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Category: Love
Astonishment was my first love
The common expression tends to name music. This inner pendulum is propelled slowly, steadily, strongly, with intensity. So much that I find the swing much stronger than what the I can account for. Being is a wonder. Especially in conversation. Let us converse The Love Series I —- Astonishment was my first love
Love is out of our control
It is for this reason that for years I have avoided defining it, or, at least have refused to see it within the commonly given personified contexts. I can no longer trust societal and human habits of conceptualizing surroundings, and existence, as we succumb to language and communication by the use of single words as… Continue reading Love is out of our control
Music versus Life
I remember very little of my childhood I can’t recall my parents ever touching meneither to caress, nor to punishI did not know anything about lovetenderness, contact, intimacy, warmthOnly through music did I have a chance to show my feelingsSometimes, when I lie awake at nightI wonder wether I have lived at allIs it the… Continue reading Music versus Life
A complex simplicity in reference to childhood memories on taste
A spiritual and intellectual approach to eating has been a focus as of late. This approach is by no means a new phase but rather a zooming-in by way of reduction being dramatically intensified — more singularity per dish, as opposed to a variety of up to five items on a plate, and items being… Continue reading A complex simplicity in reference to childhood memories on taste
Waking up Joys will always surpass going to bed
Blueberry-Basil Cornbread with kernels, on Mexican plate
Love — like a simple bite of exquisite profiles to the palate
Love is like the simple bite of an exquisite something in the palate,and the exquisite state generated by the presence of a pleasing taste complexity in the palate is like love—- the sense of need dissipates.
Blueberry-Basil Cornbread mini loaves
Love is not personal
When a kiss vibrates from lips onto a cheek, onto other lips, onto willing hands, in love When a caress softens the caressing hand, and the touched When with eyes and pelvis a body in penetration shakes, do not take it personally. Sharing signs of love happens from one towards another. And yet, love itself… Continue reading Love is not personal
Some foods are home, and can only be made in a home
Love is ingrained in the kitchen at the beginning, and grains of love are given back in the end
For the newly incarnated soul, love begins being fertile in the kitchen. Shades of anguish will likely manifest themselves there as well but much of the following decades the fleshed soul will spend falling and standing in love, will be tainted and significantly propelled by the hugs, kisses, bowl licking, smiles, tears, and conversations about… Continue reading Love is ingrained in the kitchen at the beginning, and grains of love are given back in the end
i am here to share…
...in music, in word, in taste, i am here to share some of what we know
Where reciprocity lies, and where it is not needed
Waiting for love by waiting for one Is to miss what love is
in dependence
the brightness of one is yet at the mercy of the surrounding ones perceiving
From Flower to Flower
The world around you is beautiful because that's how you see it. And your vision is transmitted to others. Lilium candidum Linnaeus
Accompanied by Martha Argerich and Claudio Abbado…
god missing himself
These days are energy, inspiration —-No! energy —- period!Here is an inner confidence in claiming that inspiration is a constant. It comes from all around, it comes in memories waiting to be re-unpacked, occasionally unpacked for the very first instance. It happens in any moment of passive, and wild, and deep observation of whatever flew… Continue reading god missing himself
Everything but Promises
I am not the promising type but there are things I know, and things known may be conveyed with the confidence which provides assurance without the need of a promise. This common want for reassuring the joys of now with promises, makes the present less worth living than a fulfilling point in being that has… Continue reading Everything but Promises
A face of love — take 1
The most amazing thing in life is to reach a moment in which love and loving reveal a face. One has matured out of the notion of it being a feeling, and a concrete face is suddenly there. No! Such a face is not truly the face of love, for love draws, grounds, enlightens, releases,… Continue reading A face of love — take 1
Love is Greater
He who enunciates love, has verbalized more than oneself can ever understand with the word, its concept, its essence. Even more, with love one has verbalized a greatness which can never nearly equate to what the recipient encompasses in his own love realm. He who says love, emanates a wider and deeper breath than the… Continue reading Love is Greater
Self
Asking a friend with experience and knowledge on fields of investment, where would he suggest a person to focus who has never invested before, he quickly answered: “Invest in yourself” Weeks ago I heard from another friend: “There is no self” I am now left with the further expansion of being, allowing more to be… Continue reading Self
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