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The past of a very dark day. Sep. 2012 ( Oa essay )


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This is a article I should remember to read when my abstinence quivers or doubts.
Am I glad we don’t have many moments like these in our lives!
There is truly, nothing that tastes better than abstinence.

Dark moment
——————

People usually die once. I have died a few deaths and keep on doing so.
Occasionally, I come back to the living, but end it off, of my own accord.

Some have others torturing them. A partner, husband, friend, colleague… I am privileged. I have my own torturer. ME.
I destroy myself. I am my worst enemy. I attack myself, by stuffing my body with food I don’t even desire or savor. Always in search of some taste bud-thrill, that will entertain my pallet a while longer.
It is a food-rage. It kills my soul, bit by bit. I have gone a thousand times to hell and back. Now, nothing seems to bring me home. I am spiraling downwards and speed my fall by letting go of all the ropes. No relief in sight.
Pain is the only feeling that visits my solitude.
This “ now “ is not the companion I was looking for. I try to shake it off but it sticks to my ego, my famous ego. You know, the one that takes so much space, there is no room for beauty. Just trouble.
I have been told to let go of it and have tried but do not know how.
My journey could have been uneventful had I known the secret but, my ego has a long life or maybe seven lives, like the cats, is it not what they say?
So, I resign myself to my cycle of suffering and despair yet in the hope of getting another glance at a paradise I have lived and left in a nearly forgotten past…

The one that people call with a moan and a sigh… LIFE.

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What is love 1985 ( Translated from French poem ” L’amour ” )


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the love knot
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This poem was written in 1985. Yes, a long time ago, but reading it again made me realize that
given a few corrections, it could be published and could send a bit of joy to my readers.
Let me know what YOU think.
Thanks for all the positive feedback I have received since the improvement
of my blog, I truly appreciate!

Love
—-

Intense and profound felicity cascading
A burst of laughter, the impression of being king

That is love.

On soft skin, a tear forges its way
A asperous hand with a gesture abates the grief

That is love.

A odd habit, sudden irritation
A confession, forgiveness, the same old refrain

That is love.

A heed, cognizance and devotion without illusion
A future traces itself, the miracle of creation

That is love.

Above all, a life, the corrugations of happiness
And a generation indulges the world to its freshness

That is love.

Finally, intense joy cascading
Bubbles of laughter, the magnitude of remaining king

Yes! That IS love.

_________________

L’amour
——-

Une joie intense et profonde débordant de soi
Un éclat de rire, le sentiment d’être roi

Ça, c’est l’amour.

Sur une peau douce, une larme forge son chemin
Une main rugueuse, d’un geste apaise le chagrin

Ça, c’est l’amour.

Une manie, une irritation soudaine
Un aveu, un pardon, toujours la même rengaine

Ça, c’est l’amour.

Un égard, une attention et dévotion sans illusion
Un avenir se trace, le miracle d’une création

Ça, c’est l’amour.

Plus que tout, une vie, les ondulations du bonheur
Une génération qui comble le monde par sa fraîcheur

Ça, c’est l’amour.

Enfin une félicité intense cascadant de soi
Des bulles de contentement, l’amplitude de demeurer roi

Oui! Ça, c’est l’amour.

How do we get rid of… The cobwebs of the mind ? 2010


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The cobwebs of our mind
———————–

When we wake up in the morning, drunk from food, puffed and wheezing, that in itself should be a motivator, a warning…

Oblivious to the dangers, we put our bodies through, we live in a make-belief-world. We lie in bed every night, waiting to be taken to the land of weightlessness.

Years of drilled information leaves our mind with a pile of junk, only a thorough cleansing can get rid of.
Wash, scrub, scour, open up the windows and give an opportunity to a clean new slate!

What if we have too much data, too much ” education ” stopping us from keeping it the way it is… simple?
What if we could literally, build a mountain, by, tossing all the rules and knowledge we’ve accumulated throughout the
years, in a heap? Throwing in, the smallest detail… The thousand different diets, the dos-and-don’ts, stocked up analysis,
take the bewilderment and see the mass grow…

Hurling all the well meant advice, the quotes… chuck out the fuzziness, the distorted habits, the negative experiences
( learnt on the wrong ” benches ” of life ) the just-in-case all sized clothes, the preoccupations, and without hesitation go on adding up every single remnants…

Frustration, will ( or lack of it ) respect ( taken or given in the right or wrong places ) pride, exhilaration, jealousies,
( towards one’s success )

Do that, down to the last precision…

Stand a few steps back and look at the accretion. Admire the pyramid. See it in shape, height, width… Take ” physical ” distance
and see your mind detach from the hoard. Feel identification toward it, fade away.

Give this visualization exercise the opportunity to give you mental space and remoteness from the years of accumulation.
Observe how clean it feels… Now think… What are we left with? What are we confronted with?
once we discard the past, only then, do we realize that we can get down to the most important ” elements ” of this game we take too
seriously and call life.

It is US and the FOOD!

We are faced with the simplest of all decisions. Are we going to put it in our mouth or not? It’s as plain as it gets and can’t get
plainer. After throwing away all the complications our mind creates, we come to recognize it’s as clear as spring water.

The psyche is a dangerous neighbourhood we’ve designed based on a past that is dead and a unborn future.

If we could see this in all its transparency, we would easily burn away the cobwebs of our mind.

My delicious mother! 1988 ( With French original version as ” Ma délicieuse mère! )


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worried…

Good morning!

Mothers worry too much. They waste so much energy worrying about everyone and anything on earth, it leaves little time to invite the good stuff going on, on this planet. Don’t you think?
Many years ago, I felt like having a tease at mine ( in a sweet way! ) and that’s what came out of it.
It’s something light to invite you to a cheerful new day! Keep in mind it has been translated, the French text will be included.
Enjoy!

My delicious mother!
——————-

You worry, you worry,
You always worry!
You are afraid, always afraid,
Every day is a pain.

Children are small,
They get sick
Finally they grew
But they should marry!

Finally! They marry
But will they have children?
They HAVE children
Who get sick!

Who grew…
Who marry…
Ah! What a life!
Full of worries!
________________________

Ma délicieuse mère!
——————-

Tu t’inquiète, tu t’inquiète,
Toujours tu t’inquiète!
Tu as peur, toujours peur,
Chaque jour est une douleur.

Les enfants sont petits,
Ils ont des maladies
Enfin, ils ont grandi
Mais, il faut qu’ils se marient!

Enfin! Ils se marient
Mais, auront-ils des petits?
Ils ont des petits
Qui ont des maladies!

Qui ont grandi…
Qui se marient…
Ah! Quelle vie!
Pleine de soucies!

I hope this will make your day a pleasant place to be. Keep in mind that this applies not only to mothers 🙂