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The lonesome traveler & the lizard


His companion of the moment... ©copyright2013owpp

His companion of the moment…
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He sat very still… as still as the lizard on its
Branch melting in the landscape, adopting the tones
Of the scorched earth surrounding him.
Lost in a desert of thoughts, his emotions adrift…
He wished he could stay in that same position forever.
Lose all notion of his past, future, live as motionless
And inert as his companion of the moment.

Our most prized-May 1995 adjusted on January 2013


distances...

distances…

This poem was inspired by the disadvantages of distances separating us from…

Our most prized
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The need, the warmth
Living so far apart
Precious time wasted
Each preoccupied

With their lives
Working day in
Day out, slipping
Into the bed of

A satisfying day
Yet nostalgia
Seeping…
———

Stealing eventually
Into a few suitcases
Memories and laughter
Till it bursts so we

Will not go missing…
Wait, count the months,
Days… To cozen distance (1)
Bargain again

And pack a rod
Of love from
Our most prized…

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(1)
coz•en
v. coz•ened, coz•en•ing, coz•ens
v.tr.
1. To mislead by means of a petty trick or fraud; deceive.
2. To persuade or induce to do something by cajoling or wheedling.
3. To obtain by deceit or persuasion.
v.intr.
To act deceitfully.
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[Perhaps from Middle English cosin, fraud, trickery.]

Unabridged- 1987 adjusted January 2013


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unabridged
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Unabridged
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A present
A memory
Tears, laughter
So much

So little
You say.
So strong
The fear

Of abandonment
Yours, my own
Emotions
Taking us

To a point
Of no return
Of ridicule
Contempt

So, I write.
My quill
My intermediate,
Unveils

My pride.
Makes you
Listen without
Causing a

Flurry
I have your
Warrant
To what appears

A pink cloud
Protraction of
Our affinity
Staging a few

More moments
Of grace
A pause in
The vastness

Of cosmos.
A confidant
Accomplice
Comate

All the facets
Of what we had
Obverse yet,

Unabridged.

Those in need- May 1993 Adjusted on January 2013


the love you have for you ©copyright2013owpp

the love you have for you
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Those in need
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Moment of subaqueous
Distress you lift your
Eyes with conviction
Of being heard.

Vigor in double amount
To care for those
In need, give them
A sanctuary

Sooth their wounds
Heal their souls
Iron the crinkled folds
Of their shredded lives

Strength for others
Not your own.
When nothing is left
Besides throes, regrets

For those you cannot
Cushion anymore.
Love aches
Debilitating situation

Is it miscalculation,
The best of the worst?
Simple becomes complicated
Pensile questions

Dull throb.
Let the waves wash
Over, cleans your
Spirit, make things

Right, coach you.
Give you dexterity
For greatness.
Merit and prerogative.

Conveyance and guidance
For the suffering
Promise to hold them
Tight and love

Forever and ever.
To subsume, aver
The love you have…

For you.

Pablo Picasso biography (1 of 9)


I could not resist posting the complete set in nine parts of the Biography of Pablo Picasso.
It is truly fascinating, well done and is faithful to its description of Pablo’s evolution in his
creativity and genius.

I hope you will relax, enjoy and let yourself be transported to a totally different dimension!

Pablo Picasso biography (2 of 9)

Pablo Picasso biography (3 of 9)

Pablo Picasso biography (4 of 9)

Pablo Picasso biography (5 of 9)

Pablo Picasso biography (6 of 9)

Pablo Picasso biography (7 of 9)

Pablo Picasso biography (8 of 9)

Pablo Picasso biography (9 of 9)

Thanks for watching and let me know what you think of it, did it teach you something about life, art,
creativity, passion, what to do or not to do?

Your thoughts and impressions are important!

To the quarrelsome, all our wishes -January 2013


Dark seas at port ©copyright2013owpp

Dark seas at port
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All our wishes
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Beautiful person
Warm and sincere
Accomplishing
Your dreams

Fame, beauty, furs
Very little for you
Dear to all the hearts
Paroxysm of fervor

Your ardent request
To be reciprocated
Your hunger for more…
Adulation and worship

Your yearning became
Your weakness, zeal
Turned to hostility
Love broke to fragments

Limited, sectional, separatist
Erratic condemnation
Supercilious and arbitrary
All gone in a moment of conceit

What you thought was
A Bona fide to another
Was plain arrant disaster
To what was dear to our hearts

Yet, we wish you
With all humanity
To come back,
As compunctious as can be

With renewed awareness
Tolerant and receptive
Nonjudgmental
To its supreme

To fulfill your dreams
Not of fame or beauty
Your request, hunger
For what is dear to…

Our understanding.

The Clean slate- Prose- May 1993- Readjusted on January 2013


Giverny 2011 ©copyright2013owpp

Giverny 2011
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Clean slate
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He turns
In despair
Facing the sky
Not knowing why

Asking for,
Intelligence
To read
The signals

Take care
Rest his soul
Abandon
The fear

Control
The changes
The unknown
Till where

How far
It will go
Understand
The wandering

Misunderstand
What appears
To be evil
Lose harshness

To the abyss
Love with
His heart
Not blabber

Tell them, listen
Validate
His own.
Erasing

Invalidity
Wanting
The energy
Long forgotten

Sucked
In a porthole.
Concentrate
On the finer

Larger, fitter
Worthier.
Feeling
Those moments

Those things
That come back
As delicate
As a blow

Of the wind
On his face.
The shivers
Along his spine

The burning
A clean slate.
Consigned
To oblivion

Dismissed
From his mind
A loss of
Consciousness

Obliterated
From his percipience.
Time, the father
Of wisdom

He lets it
Run its course.
Normalcy
His lease.

Prayer in his heart
Straight to the
First pages
Of his book

Of patience
Toward his life.
Need him
Need them

Family, friends
Children encompassing
Their love, his love.
Circumvent

The laws, accepting…

Nature

Going in circles, lying in wait and questioning Sep. 2012 ( Oa essay )


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As you see this essay was written a few months ago but I go with the idea that my experience might help someone out there and in that way, take out the positive from the negative, even though some will debate about an experience being negative or not 🙂

Going in circles…
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How do we escape those furious bouts of eating. Why do we have to put the rage of our emotions in food?
Don’t we realize the grave we are digging by such behavior, do we feel our heart beating furiously, our breathing heavier by the second?
Illness is feared by so many yet common sense evaporates into thin air when confronted with food.
Death is a subject practically taboo today, we are so afraid of it but, don’t we realize we are shortening our lives?
How is it possible that we are perfectly rational human beings but totally oblivious to reality when dealing with food?
Somebody in their right sense of mind would never mutilate their body the way we do. We become self-destructive to the extreme and call it “spoiling ourselves-taking a break- letting loose- chilling- taking it easy or taking care”.

Taking CARE of ourselves?!

How could we possibly ever think of it in those terms when, we see our body swelling and ourselves sliding down emotionally to a bottomless pit?
Is this the insanity Oa talks about? Being perfectly sane in all other matters, more than anyone around until…
How do we make sense of all this? We know off-by-heart the words of wisdom, we don’t want to hear them. So, how do we pull ourselves out… Seek our H.P? We know. We do. But WE put ourselves into this mess not him.
In his great generosity he will drag us back out. We know. But why are we still stuck? Will we stay here, this time for good? Where is the energy we need, where did it disappear when we had it?

It went with that ONE bite!

That is how tricky that one bite is. Why didn’t we listen, why didn’t we stop right on time, where did our strength and determination go flying when we were challenged?
So many questions and no answers!
We think we can manage what we call “ that innocent bite “ but that is where it brought us to.
When granted abstinence, we are wearing a crown, we are bestowed with a most precious gift. We should try not to discard it at a whim.

It is easier to say no to one bite, than saying yes, to months of struggle until we muster a mountain of courage to get back on track.

The lesson is, do not throw away what is most valuable to you. Know that abstinence is not a gift we find everywhere, anytime. It is a present given seldom. After seeking, begging for it and offered with much deliberation.

Do we know when the opportunity will arise again? We do not. We lie in wait… Hoping, this time, we will be the lucky winners once again.
But uncertainty gnaws at us, it bites into our hope, bit by bit, until we find ourselves on our knees.

Why does it have to be that way, are we so used to be in “ desperation mode “ and repeat the same pattern to go back to what is familiar and comfortable even if it’s a hell-hole?
How do we and can we, erase our past-programming? Are we doomed or will we realize one day that life has so much more to offer?
Be a slave and serve our addiction or, invite freedom and joy?

We COULD grow up and see that they are the only things worth living for and ask to be given clarity of mind to make the right choices in our lives and, strength to have a lasting abstinence this time round.
The one given once in a lifetime to the few privileged…The chosen.

By him as much as by us.

To the mothers of the world 1989 ( English Poem with its French original text too )


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This poem from 1989 differs by one word only. Instead of ” example of courage ” I changed it to ” model of courage. ”
As you can see, the sketch is brand new, made among a collection of three others, on the newborn-mother Theme.
This poem is dedicated to the beauty in all mothers, especially those that surround me and teach me lessons of
courage, dedication and selflessness on a daily basis.

Thank you!

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To the mothers of the world
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Mother divine
Mother sublime
Mother of kindness
Mother of generosity

Model of courage
Love and sharing
You are the heart
Of a beautiful flower

We are the petals
Very small petals
Attached forever
To our revered queen

Mother of kindness
For having given so much
Mother of generosity
Without ever counting

Mother divine
Simply divine
Mother sublime
You are the tip of the peaks

Thank you,

For every instant
For every moment
Of happiness experienced
In our childhood of gaiety

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Aux mères du monde
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Mère divine
Mère sublime
Mère bonté
Mère générosité

Modèle de courage
Amour et partage
Tu es le coeur
D’une très belle fleur

Nous sommes les pétales
De tous petits pétales
Attacher à tout jamais
A notre reine vénérée

Mère bonté
Pour avoir tant donné
Mère générosité
Sans jamais compter

Mère divine
Tout simplement divine
Mère sublime
Tu es le bout des cimes

Merci,

Pour chaque instant
Pour chaque moment
De bonheur éprouver
Dans notre enfance de gaité

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Dr. Wayne dyer ” How to be a no-limit person


If you looked up my ” About ” you’ll already know that I’m a old and big fan of Dr. Wayne Dyer’s lectures.
Twenty two years ago, I discovered his cassettes ( it still existed then 🙂 ) by what people call,
an accident but I know there’s no such thing, it was meant to be.
In a time I needed good and sound advise, I ” found ” his then, new lecture collection, this one. ” How to
be a no limit person “. It would be an understatement to say, it was a revelation. It was much more, it changed
my whole way of thinking about myself, others and life.
Till today, I am ( still ) grateful for the good timing 🙂
It’s not a short video but it is well spent time. He has since, made many more videos but I thought this one is
the easiest to digest for a start.
Every lecture brings you and builds you up to a different level.
I hope you’ll enjoy it!