The ones we never knew & the creation to where it all begins

the bliss of moments
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Many years ago, I heard on the radio horrific news which left a scar in my memory never to be erased.

As always my only way out was to pick up my pen and let the pages soak the muddle of emotions and tears running havoc in my mind with no escape… they jumped out like cooped up horses after a long freezing winter and found in the spaces and margins some sort of quietude which I am going to share with you today.

May we live in a world where we unite our energies to build our dreams.

Horror & waste, sorrow & grief of
Calcinated lives, burned felicity.
Committing the irreparable with
No second thought…

Anguish at no time erased nor shafted.
A rock erodes ne’er intense souvenir
Of a family, an entity, a world..

There is no deterioration to the shared
Recollection of the close yet distant.
The smile, the tender caress of words.
Innocence of life just begun.
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Incomprehensible recklessness,
Consequences of actions & pain
Henceforth as a shadow till no day ends.

Those souls where lullabies, cuddles &
Mummy were pursued to the furnace…
Promising future… educating her jewels
Oblivious to the unfathomable turn of fate

Embracing her angels, frozen in the eternal
Love-position. Boundless uncalculated
Generosity engraved in our memories forever
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Coming away empty yet plethoric with this
Paragon of virtue…mundane words to describe
What rhymes with nothing. Madness to which we
Succumb to construe the baseness, depravity

To destroy.We lost those we never knew. It
Could be he, me or you…helpless yet praying
For lucidity & humanity to tip the scale.

Appreciating & discerning the bliss of moments
Palpating, investing in the forces of courage
The powers of soundness by edifying the
Element of our fount & demonstrating affection

And respect toward where it all begins… (1)
The ones we love most…

Our family.

(1) The creation of a better world

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Speed- With its original French text as “Vitesse”

shooting star
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This is a poem I had read in 1985 and enjoyed so much the style and its brilliancy, that I wrote it down. Today, I want to share it with my faithful readers 🙂

Speed
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Speed is synonymous with drunkenness
Stupidity is synonymous with weakness
Life is synonymous with tenderness
Death is synonymous with wisdom
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If speed and stupidity become one
Life and death form a whole
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For drunkenness is a weakness
And tenderness is a wisdom

Jean-Yves Remiche ( Bastogne )

Vitesse
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La vitesse est synonyme d’ivresse
La bêtise est synonyme de faiblesse
La vie est synonyme de tendresse
La mort est synonyme de sagesse
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Si la vitesse et la bêtise ne font qu’un
La vie et la mort forment un tout
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Car l’ivresse est une faiblesse
Et la tendresse une sagesse

Jean-Yves Remiche ( Bastogne )

Good times, what a blessing! Nov. 2012 ( oa essay )

Good times…
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This essay was coming out of the low moments as a result of doing what I have most pleasure in doing. Writing and painting and sharing it on the blog. Music and photography will have to wait until I start feeling more comfortable with those .

Good times
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Does it occur to us that sometimes our writings have a tremendous amount of despair or self-abuse described?
Writing is for everyone liberating. It is the first thing that comes to our mind when hurt gnaws at us. At the end of the page we feel cleansed.
But could we focus for once on the times rays of rationality beam through? The days we tuck in fourteen hours of work, feel tired but so alive?
Get so absorbed in our task that we forget about food and eat solely for the physical energy. What a blessing, what a truce! So much easier than the fight.
What about the enthusiasm, the love and joy we spread around, the closeness to our cherished ones and the protective wings we encircle them with, the peace felt, by doing small and seemingly insignificant tasks that feel grand to us?
Small is sometimes big.
Is that not a far brighter subject?
The saying goes “without obscurity we would not see the light“
Appreciation comes from the lack of… Had we not gone without in the past, how could we know what is here now?

This essay is dedicated to all those in recovery. To a world of people who have the courage and audacity to face and work on their imperfections, which everyone has.

To them I bow and wish to give an apercu, a glimmer of what can be, with a bit of tenacity.

Be strong, do not bend to what you would call our darker moments yet, be flexible and undulate with the current, it will lead you to quiet sparkles, to serene bliss and undetected Nirvana.

Can we believe? I do.

That is the journey I took many years ago. Every year I believe I have found all the truth that exists and every year I am proved wrong. There is always some more…

There are many ways that lead to Rome. To a few, it will be wisdom, others, knowledge or experience, which is the best teacher of all, it will lead you to the light brought by comprehension… To that instant of clarity, the split second where it all fits…

The doors open and you walk in a state of…

Life is worth living for, the past trials were all worth it, for this inner-discovery. No loud trumpets, no explosive fireworks, just, THIS… NOW…

And that is all that matters.