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.
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…
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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
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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.
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.
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!
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.
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
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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.
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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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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!
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