Fleeting moments of unadulterated silence

Fleeting moments

We have been given a late summer this year, yet my heart isn’t letting go of winter peels.
Joy struggles in the shadows, planning an escape that bounces off the walls of life. Of the mind.

Happiness is truly within.

Sun might enhance the rainbows of our soul, like contrast adding sharpness to a photo defining its contours but it isn’t the essential ingredient.

Yet, I inherently know delight lies in wait, lurks around the corner. A lifetime doesn’t vanish into oblivion.

I slow my pace in all good summer tradition, setting aside guilt (for imposing my will to those around me) living days moment by moment, listening to the pulses of nature, savouring every sound, celebrating the notion of nothingness surprised by the calmness that proceeds, appreciating the wonders of wildlife accompanying us wherever we are, on a daily basis gone unnoticed…

We are born to think motion is the only motor of survival, the only form of sanity but we forget to retire for a while from the hubbub to calm the nervous energy that comes with it.

We still have more than a month left. I know this might last no longer than the ink absorbed unto this page but I won’t forget so easily those fleeting moments of unadulterated silence & invite you to do the same 🙂

P.s
A very pleasant summer to you all!!

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As priceless as your unburdened face

Good tidings to someone who really deserved it, is what inspired this poem.

Lips are made for smiles,
Feet tap to the beat of a joyful heart
Ears, capture the vibrations of victory &
Eyes, mirror the reflection of life’s paillette.

Time is now to honour life,
Celebrate & venerate its beauty
Crash through high tides &
Assess the futility of worry.

Be as free as the wriggly faces of a new born
Dare break down the fences of conventions
Walk & skip along frilled narrow lanes
Pick up the struggling caterpillar

Gently helping it down on to the familiarity
Of grass, ITS civilization, escaping
Temporarily the harshness of asphalt.
Those are the biggest triumphs…

And as priceless as your unburdened face.

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A life’s guide… poem by Max Ehrmann Desiderata

Go placidly… remember what peace there may be in silence.
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I found this exquisite poem by http://unionhomestead.com/about/ & enjoyed so much its profound & wise message filled with common sense providing guidance for a balanced peaceful & serene life that I had to share it with all my followers 🙂
Have a very good weekend!

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Max Ehrmann

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.

That one chance we have at living… (climbing the stairs of our life)

Climbing my way up…
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I always thought my happiness was dependent on a disciplined life and misery on a chaotic food plan.

I believed my behavior was the culprit of my inner-hell.

But a few weeks of frantic bingeing triggered off by some stone in the way of my life made me realize that yes, a clean organic measured food plan contributes to a clear mind, a certain level of stability, an awareness and ability of absorbing the NOW fully but it is not responsible for life and the realities surrounding it.
It does not answer for your reactions towards it and it is surely not the coordinator of your inner.

The inner is your sacred place, you are the only one owning it, it is the birthplace of bliss that you will help grow, the stillness that you will lovingly water and observe carefully as each leaf appears, each twig added, it is you that makes it happen, it is where it all begins…

As you nourish it, its heartbeat will get stronger, it will take all the place, pulsate and vibrate, let itself be cradled in the niche of your soul.

An amazing blogger http://soberidentity.com/ told me not too long ago “that whatever I do toward my food does not change my true self” which I understood to be my soul.

Its health is dependent on my choices, true (whether I nourish that bliss and stillness or not) but it will never change size 😉 nor betray me in any other way. It is intact, unblemished and most importantly it is and will always be what defines me.

True peace and happiness is WITHIN independent of exterior consequences. One can be a total living misery with complete abstinence. Mind-torture is a frame, a free lodger, a habit gone wrong, it is especially badly-wired energy. Our choices are to direct it.

The way is not simple but it is easy as long as we are determined to make a difference in this ONE chance we have at LIVING.

My quell February 1996 adjusted on January 2013

my quell
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My quell
———-

Solitude,
My quell,
A gift
Reposing allay

The certitude
And joy
Of being.
No strings

Or assets
Preparing
To live.
Taking

Small steps
Milestones
Throwing away
Peripeteia

Certitude
My own.
Joy appeased
The gift of…

Solitude.

Year ’88 Poem translated in English ( with French original text )

Venice
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Year ’88
———

We are so taken
By the whirls of life
That sometimes we forget
To live without noise

Look, breathe
Instead of…
Counting, calculating
Sing, dance
Instead of…
Running and catching

We are so taken
By the flow of this life
That we get bored and forget
Today’s good fortune

______________________

L’an ’88
———

On est tellement prit
Par le tourbillon de la vie
Que parfois, l’on oublie
De vivre sans bruit

Regarder, respirer
Au lieu de…
Compter, calculer
Chanter, danser
Au lieu de…
Courir, rattraper

On est tellement prit
Par le courant de cette vie
Qu’on s’ennuie et oublie
Le bonheur d’aujourd’hui

St. Moritz 2011 ( French poetry In it’s original text with translation in post below )

Oh! St. Moritz!

magic

St. Moritz covered in white

St. Moritz
————

Lorsque je me promenais dans tes allées glacée,

Ô St. Moritz!

Le soleil brillait sur les flocons fraichement tombées
Soulignant sa forme pure et intacte
Tout blanc et aveuglant, crissant sous l’impact
De mes pas et je m’exclamais,

Ô St. Moritz!

Les arbres se prosternés, majestueusement
Sous le poids de cette substance cotonneuse
Impassible par la magie de son environnement
Témoin d’un lac allant et gelant
Soumise à la tomber d’une nuit frileuse

Et je priai, Ô St.Moritz!

Durant un mois j’ai habité ta forêt
M’invitant des heures durant à marcher
Mes compagnons furent le silence et l’enchantement
Pour cette plénitude de par le vent
Soufflant, soufflant, à travers ces arbres, à travers ces cimes

Et mon âme murmurait, Ô St. Moritz!

Certains t’ont piétiné, d’autres bafoué
Inconscient du privilège accordé, à cette societé
Blasée, fuyant un trop de tout
Mais retrouvant ces bruits incessants
Ce tumulte, ses lois et ses tabous

Chez toi, Ô St.Moritz!

Moi, je t’ai cajolé, rêvé et bercé
Enfoui au fond de mon coeur à travers ces années
En ésperant marier le tout à la réalité
Pour t’entendre chuchoter dans mes oreilles
Ou gronder en dévoilant tes merveilles

Et j’ai pleuré, Ô St. Moritz.