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
Yes! Music is love, and only love In voice, drums, hums, and words Billions of pieces of music are on the praise, the need, the beauty of love And those of destruction They are merely imploring for love
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
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
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
Life at sunset likes to bring tears — to the horizon, and to the sun self On the cheeks of the sun setting, they flow differently than on those of them looking at suns setting.Near and far aroundthe horizon turns numb,encapsulated in the sensation of the ceasing of beauty of that sun, or in the… Continue reading Crying at Sunset
Out of the mouths of many beings in transition — coming out of their hearts or out of their intellect — I hear that surrendering happens in the moment of doubt, tribulation, in the face of difficulties. This notion makes me doubt two things: —- that acceptance, surrendering, or giving in completely onto life, is… Continue reading Surrender
It shows that words are less than what they intend to carry It shows that love is a four letter word, while the greatest encyclopedia, and the simplest poem can not convey its meaning word by word It shows that being here, and wanting towards you, needs neither Platonic, nor Venusian goals.
Stand Fly Dive Rest Shake Appease but do not fall
If love is an inherent draw towards All (as I am convinced it is), and a need of joy in belonging, far beyond physicalities may be conceived; if love is merely our inner compass for balance, while guiding us towards All, then it may be said that our duty within self, and towards All is… Continue reading In Conversation
or less, I broke out in laughter, remembering… It was the early eighties when I was in my room, listening attentively to Philip Glass. My father called to me gently: “Your record is skipping!”
There might be a higher sense of beauty when the kiss consists of simply looking onto a face, sensing a sumptuous embrace of lips which have not touched.
mad in joy and, as I am, such madness can not last three months Limit me to eternity
This thing we call life is just a live-performance. It is not one reality, for we go through only one version of it — the individual one. An instruction booklet to life can not be printed, not ahead of birth, not during the performance, not while getting off the stage. The first couple of years… Continue reading Reduction, expansion, fragility, and protection
A friend asked me, “Pray for me, so I may be filled with strength in my life”. I answered, thinking of you is a prayer.
buy new clothes, if necessary, until you recognize joy naked
He: “I never meant to love you”
Every struggle— Inwardly or outwardlyIs not on a winBut on love
Breakfast seems to be intrinsic animal behavior but colored by culture and class. Some are light, some hearty, some cold, some hot, some simple, others require labor. Today I treated myself to the joy of working for mine. Sweetbread with star anise, cloves, rose petals, and vanilla. The coffee was the usual daily labor of… Continue reading Sweetbread and Coffee