stream of thoughts

split

2006-12-12T17:17:00.000+01:00

2006-12-07T09:01:00.000+01:00

Mediterranean in the Autumn

2006-12-04T11:13:00.000+01:00

Treenie

2006-07-16T15:44:00.000+02:00

Sparkling rain

Melting the phantasy

To reveal the mud

Which hides the most clear

Gem.

She leaves

when the path is lit and clear

And Gem discovered.

Her work is done.

Thank you, Treenie for supporting

Life.

I know your are still around...

to my new friend

2006-05-29T13:58:00.000+02:00

Do not thank me for the Sun

In my eyes,

cause they were just mirroring your own Soul.

The World is a reflection of your

State of mind,

A mirror

Of your thoughts, words and deeds.

'Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.»

We are all just mirrors

To each other.

Reflections of each other souls...

...

2006-05-24T16:22:00.000+02:00

It's just on these specially blessed days

When planets and stars are looking upon Earth

With extra compassion,

It just on these days blessed with special energy

That some members of Soul Families meet

And recognize each other.

It might feel scary at one point,

But it is the fright of releasing

The Old Patterns.

Opening up means finding the Freedom,

Feeling the joy of weaving new non-atachable strings,

A Net that binds but has no demands

A Net that supports the uniqueness of each Life,

And gets together the vibrations of the same kind

Making each member stronger and their own

Paths and Visions clearer.

turn around

2005-12-08T11:34:00.000+01:00

All is sang

Little is written

The key is behind

Turn around

Eyes deceive

Ears get half

To feel's not enough

Nine circles

Seven helpers

Two become one

Black's a start

Red's the Life

White transforms

All is sang

Little is written

The key is behind

Turn around

Fairy in the woods

2005-11-15T17:16:00.000+01:00

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.

Persephone's pain

2005-11-11T16:59:00.000+01:00

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.

Imagination or Illusion?

2005-11-10T12:18:00.000+01:00

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

2005-11-10T12:12:00.000+01:00

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

2005-11-10T11:18:00.000+01:00

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.