stream of thoughts

Life is...a creation. Creation is...a process through which we get a product of our personal imagination. Life is...a process through which we get a product of our personal imagination.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Fairy in the woods

She's coming closer to me.

Offering her hand as I stretch mine.

She's got words, I have a pen.

Our eyes meet, the decision is mine.


"It's all up to you

What you see and feel

No one can persuade you

What's not and what's real."


"You know why I'm here".

It felt like a whisper of the sea.

I'm drowning in her eyes.

She keeps talking silently to me.


"It's all up to you

What you see and feel

No one can persuade you

What's not and what's real."


It's just the two of us, all alone.

No witness to confirm this vision,

Maybe I am talking to myself.

Is this a part od my mind's illusion?


It's all up to you

What you see and feel

No one can persuade you

What's not and what's real.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Persephone's pain


November

The time when darkness

starts crawling back

Into the veins

Into every pore

Bluring the visions

Cutting the dreams off

Persephone's pain is back

This is the time

To test the personal strength

To conquer the challenge

To accept the initiation

To refuse surrender.

If ever – this is the time to fight

And not accept.

This is the time to learn.

This is the time to grow.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Imagination or Illusion?

My eyes drink the beauty
Of what they can not see
Cause it's not the time
It's not the time

My heart feels it's around
Making it's way
Through the ancient
Barricades left in heritage

It's a thunder without a sound
It's a lightening without a light
It an earthquake of the mind
Destroying the borders

Avebury


No thoughts.
No feelings.
Just being.
My feet are finding their own way.
Body touches the wet stone.
We merge together.
Becoming one.
Thousands of years passing through me.
...
The stone releaseas me.
Gives me back to my time.
I AM.
Here and now.
More than ever.

On the Edge


The sound penetrates
every moment,
The images passing
through me,
Entire space vibrates
Hands and feet catching what's
Inbetween
the soil and the sky.

Down, down, down
To the core,
Down to the roots.
The Tower of Babylon!
The stones!
Water!
Fire!
Deep, deep
Down.

Up, up, up
The book of eternity
Written but not lived.
Stars. Reflection. Source.
Dancing the life away
And Back.

I hear you.
I dance you.
You can't see me.
You can't understand me.
My language is invented.
You have to feel it!
I am away.
Distance is to be danced accross.
Try.
Come to the Edge.
That's where everything lives.
The rest is either waiting to be born
Or have already withered.

Come, dance with me...
On one side there is white,
On the other black.
All the colours are here,
On the Edge.

Come, dance with me...
On the Edge.

No worry.
Body will easily find it's balance.
So will mind.
And heart, too.

Come, dance with me...
On the Edge.