Butterfly, butterfly
Flutter in to the skies
Butterfly, butterfly
Their molecular cries
Chrysalis dreams waiting on the fifth in-star
These stained glass wings could only take you so far
You don't have to say that it matters
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
scattered: Careless whispers...!!!
scattered: Careless whispers...!!!: "Blah, Blah, Blah , Blah , Blah Bluh Blah , Blah, Blah , Blah, Blah, Blah Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah.. HA!.. haha , hahahahahahahaha..."
Friday, November 12, 2010
Another song, that relates to everything.
A show on the radio once had this topic on discussion, what movie theme would describe your life, or if your life were a movie what theme would it be? i was about 18 or so, yet my life hasn't changed so much from now, as my answer was "cartoon"
For all those unbelievable things that can happen, all of a sudden to me or by me or even around me, such a colorful chaos.
Now it makes sense to me when most of my fav songs, or lets say some of them, interpret the phases i go through, sometimes i feel like nothing can describe it best. And currently
This one says is all.
Unlike other times when i posted the video of the song, this time im gonna share only the lyrics for nothing can say it best, for all those dear dear once who choose to leave for another avenue! u'll find a link below if you would like to listen to it. a brilliant song from movie, The Road to El dorado
& Friends Never say goodbye, Elton john.
There isn't much I haven't shared
With you along the road
And through it all there'd always be
Tomorrow's episode
Suddenly that isn't true
There's another avenue
Beckoning the great divide
Ask no questions, take no side
Who's to say who's right or wrong
Whose course is braver run
Still we are, have always been
Will ever be as one
What is done has been done for the best
Though the mist in my eyes might suggest
Just a little confusion about what I'll lose
But if I started over I know I would choose
The same joy the same sadness each step of the way
That fought me and taught me that friends never say
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Suddenly that isn't true
There's another avenue
Beckoning, the great divide
I would choose
The same joy the same sadness each step of the way
That fought me and taught me that friends never say
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
The movie version : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFlh0KAnkFg&feature=related
Full Studio Version : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23RAuHyZS2o&feature=related
For all those unbelievable things that can happen, all of a sudden to me or by me or even around me, such a colorful chaos.
Now it makes sense to me when most of my fav songs, or lets say some of them, interpret the phases i go through, sometimes i feel like nothing can describe it best. And currently
This one says is all.
Unlike other times when i posted the video of the song, this time im gonna share only the lyrics for nothing can say it best, for all those dear dear once who choose to leave for another avenue! u'll find a link below if you would like to listen to it. a brilliant song from movie, The Road to El dorado
& Friends Never say goodbye, Elton john.
There isn't much I haven't shared
With you along the road
And through it all there'd always be
Tomorrow's episode
Suddenly that isn't true
There's another avenue
Beckoning the great divide
Ask no questions, take no side
Who's to say who's right or wrong
Whose course is braver run
Still we are, have always been
Will ever be as one
What is done has been done for the best
Though the mist in my eyes might suggest
Just a little confusion about what I'll lose
But if I started over I know I would choose
The same joy the same sadness each step of the way
That fought me and taught me that friends never say
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Suddenly that isn't true
There's another avenue
Beckoning, the great divide
I would choose
The same joy the same sadness each step of the way
That fought me and taught me that friends never say
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
The movie version : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFlh0KAnkFg&feature=related
Full Studio Version : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23RAuHyZS2o&feature=related
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
I Shall Learn...
& i shall learn...
I shall rise up and climb this mountain, i
i shall speak the unspoken
i shall build a nest,
i shall gather some pebbles along the shore,
i shall be what i always dreamt,
i shall be what i ought to..
never it is too late,
i just need sanity and insainty to differ the truth from the myth,
i shall see the light, its all over me,
i shall touch it, breath it,hear it...
i shall experience another dimention,
i shall disappear in a morning breaze,
a young sun,
an infant blue sky,
an insomniac moon,
and stoned dwelling stars.
i shall put my sowrd back and rise a white flag,
i shall call for peace, for freedom, for love..i shall be, what i hope to see..
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Unspoken...
Whats worse than a sequence of wrong words said in the wrong time?
whats worse than carving some mistake over a great wall.. something u just cant erase?
whats worse than lying?
whats worse than an undone job?
whats worse than not going the distance?
whats worse than jumping and getting a bruise?
whats worse than answering wrong to a strange question?
whats worse than walking the wrong road?
whats worse than a comfort zone?
The Unspoken.. the undone..
the chocking needle in your throat
The heavy load in your chest
the frozen power in your wrests and ankles
the tears you haven't shed
the fear that would stop you from being you
the beast you cant face
the mirror you see yourself in within the million eyes you meet.
DENIAL
whats worse than impulsiveness?
thinking twice!
whats worse than me being not who i am
stubborn, irrational, chaotic,late, clumsy, emotional, silly! ....
my very old mistake i cant overcome.
the unspoken!
whats worse than carving some mistake over a great wall.. something u just cant erase?
whats worse than lying?
whats worse than an undone job?
whats worse than not going the distance?
whats worse than jumping and getting a bruise?
whats worse than answering wrong to a strange question?
whats worse than walking the wrong road?
whats worse than a comfort zone?
The Unspoken.. the undone..
the chocking needle in your throat
The heavy load in your chest
the frozen power in your wrests and ankles
the tears you haven't shed
the fear that would stop you from being you
the beast you cant face
the mirror you see yourself in within the million eyes you meet.
DENIAL
whats worse than impulsiveness?
thinking twice!
whats worse than me being not who i am
stubborn, irrational, chaotic,late, clumsy, emotional, silly! ....
my very old mistake i cant overcome.
the unspoken!
Friday, July 30, 2010
Emilie Simon - Desert (french)
...and it seems like a lot of things in French say a lot about me, once was a movie now this song,
a song i relate to in so many ways :)
a song i relate to in so many ways :)
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
the way i love my coffee...
Webs of smoke like velvet hands crawl over my resting body
Invade me, crash over me like wild sea wave
I open up my eyes like two rosebuds before the sun,
Like a spell I’m under, I give in, I surrender to that sensation
Fly my way to where the pots and pans drum silently in cages
I jingle a big white well through and pour in some pure desire
Dark and thick skinned with a natural spark
Fifty four drops of cream
Drop by drop i count them like rain for I am the cloud washing the dark skies away
Like a flowing scarf in the wind I watch it as it blends in
Two hundred thirty seven sculptured grains of sugar
Like star dust for I am fairy, sprinkling down the brown river
Two hundred thirty seven tiny dancers dive in, twisting and fading into the void.
i gaze into a sweet perfection, so tempted to touch
A warm embrace melting my worries away
A Poisonous kiss, I give in
I close the door,
This moment is mine.
Thursday, July 08, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Lunch With A Bird.
On a table for four i sat down once; times four, an attempt to find myself the chair that had the most shades in that hot hot day. A decent restaurant outdoor view facing the trees and the greens, very light music in the background, i think i pretty much confused the waitress who might have thought i was playing musical chairs with her. specially when i commented that I'll probably keep moving to the other chairs following the sun movement, the waitress laughed but i was serious :D
You know those kinds of feelings that hit you suddenly like electric shocks, like when you miss someone and they start to hack your head, a throb in your chest that bangs, comes and goes so fast like thunder striking a tree something you cant deny or avoid, yet you just cant put your finger on it.
...& i had one of those strikings!, didn't know exactly what it is but i knew it was associated with that phone call i make almost every time of my lunch hour.
A company that makes my food taste better, music sound finer and silence more meaningful... and hidden meanings laying underneath each breath inhaled and exhaled.
All settled down, with bunch of menus to choose from, it was the only day i knew what i wanted before i go but i chose something completely different. while i was sitting talking silently to everything around me observing details trying to paint with my heart the moment and capture with my eyes the view in front of me,
i go drifted with thought as usual, of how i have a sleeping painter inside me, that painter is awaken every time i see a nice view my finger long to hold a brush and smear some colours all around a blank page. thought about photography , and how close it is to painting i figured out its one of the reasons i like taking pictures is my passion for painting, even though i sank into thoughts, that striking didn't leave me alone.
I don't like to eat alone, but yet most of the time i eat alone, you can say i am pretty selective about who i spend time with, to me finding just random people i see everyday and meet them for lunch talk about whatever blah blah doesn't appeal to me at all for many reasons, first; i don't like discussing work stuff with coworkers while eating , second; I'm not the kind who likes the casual anything. i like to put a meaning in everything , at the same time i would welcome anyone who likes to talk to me or wants to join me for lunch or invite me for one.
but today despite the fact i was solo in a table of four, thinking about whatever may have caught my curiosity i turned my head and on the table stood facing me in the eye a tiny blackbird, it lingered there for quite sometime as if it was telling me to ask the waitress to hurry a little she was really late this time, i thought about calling her to bring some bread i was pretty sure the bird wanted some until the food gets ready.
the bird flew as the waitress approached the table, all bothered by fast movements of giant humans, it hid somewhere under the table, as my head was following the bird, the waitress asked me what i wanted and i told her the bird seemed to want some bread, and i would like to share it too, for the second time she laughed thinking i was sarcastic but i was serious!
The bird remained under the table, hopping from a corner to another, finally came the bread and the funny part was when the bird flew right on the chair in front of me.
the wind was blowing fast, everything flew off the table, but the bird stood there very stable and well balanced. i had some kind of admiration towards that bird. we shared the bread and a deep conversation and i find myself singing some song, i dug in my purse got a pen and a paper and wrote down while i sang along at that time the waitress came over finally with food, looked at what i was doing and i didn't need to wonder what she's thinking, she didn't laug and i pretended that it wasn't all serious!!!
the bird flew under the table again. striking thunder in my head this time, that feeling i couldn't avoid, i knew that bird wanted to tell me something i know it's him that i miss, even though we spoke twice that day. i grabbed the phone and called him.
even though i knew exactly what i wanted to say, but again i found me talking about .....the bird! and some silent conversation about random-specific things.
wasn't so long that i knew i had to go back to work, asked for the check, took whats left of the food the waitress was fast that time she probably got the hint i was in a hurry and probably though (oh-well a crazy customer!!!).
still on the phone, holding down the arms of the clock stretching it one minute later and few seconds later, i had go back to work...
leaving my winged heart and soaring mind flying around where he is.
You know those kinds of feelings that hit you suddenly like electric shocks, like when you miss someone and they start to hack your head, a throb in your chest that bangs, comes and goes so fast like thunder striking a tree something you cant deny or avoid, yet you just cant put your finger on it.
...& i had one of those strikings!, didn't know exactly what it is but i knew it was associated with that phone call i make almost every time of my lunch hour.
A company that makes my food taste better, music sound finer and silence more meaningful... and hidden meanings laying underneath each breath inhaled and exhaled.
All settled down, with bunch of menus to choose from, it was the only day i knew what i wanted before i go but i chose something completely different. while i was sitting talking silently to everything around me observing details trying to paint with my heart the moment and capture with my eyes the view in front of me,
i go drifted with thought as usual, of how i have a sleeping painter inside me, that painter is awaken every time i see a nice view my finger long to hold a brush and smear some colours all around a blank page. thought about photography , and how close it is to painting i figured out its one of the reasons i like taking pictures is my passion for painting, even though i sank into thoughts, that striking didn't leave me alone.
I don't like to eat alone, but yet most of the time i eat alone, you can say i am pretty selective about who i spend time with, to me finding just random people i see everyday and meet them for lunch talk about whatever blah blah doesn't appeal to me at all for many reasons, first; i don't like discussing work stuff with coworkers while eating , second; I'm not the kind who likes the casual anything. i like to put a meaning in everything , at the same time i would welcome anyone who likes to talk to me or wants to join me for lunch or invite me for one.
but today despite the fact i was solo in a table of four, thinking about whatever may have caught my curiosity i turned my head and on the table stood facing me in the eye a tiny blackbird, it lingered there for quite sometime as if it was telling me to ask the waitress to hurry a little she was really late this time, i thought about calling her to bring some bread i was pretty sure the bird wanted some until the food gets ready.
the bird flew as the waitress approached the table, all bothered by fast movements of giant humans, it hid somewhere under the table, as my head was following the bird, the waitress asked me what i wanted and i told her the bird seemed to want some bread, and i would like to share it too, for the second time she laughed thinking i was sarcastic but i was serious!
The bird remained under the table, hopping from a corner to another, finally came the bread and the funny part was when the bird flew right on the chair in front of me.
the wind was blowing fast, everything flew off the table, but the bird stood there very stable and well balanced. i had some kind of admiration towards that bird. we shared the bread and a deep conversation and i find myself singing some song, i dug in my purse got a pen and a paper and wrote down while i sang along at that time the waitress came over finally with food, looked at what i was doing and i didn't need to wonder what she's thinking, she didn't laug and i pretended that it wasn't all serious!!!
the bird flew under the table again. striking thunder in my head this time, that feeling i couldn't avoid, i knew that bird wanted to tell me something i know it's him that i miss, even though we spoke twice that day. i grabbed the phone and called him.
even though i knew exactly what i wanted to say, but again i found me talking about .....the bird! and some silent conversation about random-specific things.
wasn't so long that i knew i had to go back to work, asked for the check, took whats left of the food the waitress was fast that time she probably got the hint i was in a hurry and probably though (oh-well a crazy customer!!!).
still on the phone, holding down the arms of the clock stretching it one minute later and few seconds later, i had go back to work...
leaving my winged heart and soaring mind flying around where he is.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
There she is...
There she is...
hiding between big green bushes
playing her invisible piano on every leaf
singing her soft songs to the wind
take me.. take me high
take me away , away from here, from me
take me..
There she is...
laying facing light-bugs
fly off the velvety ceiling
she's not awake, shes not asleep
she's a wave and a drop
splashing her pleads to the river below her
Take me...take me deep
take me deep into your heart
drift me away from here.
take me...
There she's flying back to the sun
in the eye of the sun
melting away, shinning through
she's diving in, sinking deep
she dreams as she attaches her silky wings
praying...
take me...take me far beyond
tear this horizon, the walls around me
take me... up and away
fly me out of the milky way
take me away..
she waited, waited and waited
until she fell out of time
until everything melted with the heat of
the rising star in her head.
she waited for the fairy to come with the news
but the fairy didn't come
not this time
and there she is
in the field of her head
freewheeling
following threads of moonlit
mourning within her soul
paint me the colour of the breeze
take me away , into your light
suck me into your rays,
melt me within your shadows
twirl me cream and brown
Hold me a window not a mirror
open the shades and breathe me in
inhale me in your every breath
swim me in your blood
take me to your heart
pulse me to your head
find me a place a chair
sit and sip your thoughts with me
dance me out of here
dance me through the night
the night all around me
dance me away.
away from here.
There she's
she's here
she's there
she's not anywhere.
she's a wave and a drop
shes evaporated by the morning sun
until the next first rain spell.
hiding between big green bushes
playing her invisible piano on every leaf
singing her soft songs to the wind
take me.. take me high
take me away , away from here, from me
take me..
There she is...
laying facing light-bugs
fly off the velvety ceiling
she's not awake, shes not asleep
she's a wave and a drop
splashing her pleads to the river below her
Take me...take me deep
take me deep into your heart
drift me away from here.
take me...
There she's flying back to the sun
in the eye of the sun
melting away, shinning through
she's diving in, sinking deep
she dreams as she attaches her silky wings
praying...
take me...take me far beyond
tear this horizon, the walls around me
take me... up and away
fly me out of the milky way
take me away..
she waited, waited and waited
until she fell out of time
until everything melted with the heat of
the rising star in her head.
she waited for the fairy to come with the news
but the fairy didn't come
not this time
and there she is
in the field of her head
freewheeling
following threads of moonlit
mourning within her soul
paint me the colour of the breeze
take me away , into your light
suck me into your rays,
melt me within your shadows
twirl me cream and brown
Hold me a window not a mirror
open the shades and breathe me in
inhale me in your every breath
swim me in your blood
take me to your heart
pulse me to your head
find me a place a chair
sit and sip your thoughts with me
dance me out of here
dance me through the night
the night all around me
dance me away.
away from here.
There she's
she's here
she's there
she's not anywhere.
she's a wave and a drop
shes evaporated by the morning sun
until the next first rain spell.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
On Life...
Life is a feather..
Once up, Once down..
Life is an apple
One bite sour, One bite sweet
Life is a cup
Half full, Half empty
Life is what it is
simple and complicated.
Life is what we make it
its a lemon, for we might have the whole tree
Life is what we choose, it to be
lets make a juicy sugary-sour treat
bring your cup and sip with me!!
Saturday, May 08, 2010
things i dont like
1-being lied to
2-cheating
3-words that have other than one meaning.
4-being a fool.
5-feeling left alone
6-sitting in silence for a long time
7-the sound of the clocks at night
8-being misunderstood
9-anything mean or evil, actions or words
10-being caged
11-breaking promises
12-people who say good things they dont really mean
13-unkindness, rulity, ruthless behaviour
14-being compared to someone else
15-feeling/ being told im not good enough
16-being not accepted as i am
17-feeling that im not heard
18-laughing at/mocking other people (hurting their feelings)
19-waiting for results
20-missing a prayer
21-being told what i do is not enough
22-distructive advices
23-creticized for who i am
24-people i love out of reach
25-fake compliments
26-dual faces
27-steeling
28-people abuse the trust u give them
29-hurting animals
30turning down someone who needs help
31-feeling guilty
32-those who dont believe in me and give up on me fast
33-my pms's
34-when the night goes too fast
35-time to go when im with ppl i love
36-injustice
37-being afraid
38-being sick and feeling helpless and week
40-eating alone in my lunch break
41-someone taking advantage of my kindness
42-staying indoors for a long long long time
43-darkness when no one is there with me
44-loud voices-screaming-shouting
45-rude behaviour
46-routine
47-going to the movies at day time coming out at evening time
48-cooking only for myself
49-cheap magazines-news papers
50-unablity to express myself
51- when i dont undersand whats happening around me
52-being the last to know
53-when someone treats me like a child
54-being uninvited
55-having this itchy throght and teary eyes and i am smiling because i dont want anyone to see
56-bad smell
57-blood
58-being stuck at home when i need to go out
59-feeling bored
60-someone is bored and i cant make them happy
2-cheating
3-words that have other than one meaning.
4-being a fool.
5-feeling left alone
6-sitting in silence for a long time
7-the sound of the clocks at night
8-being misunderstood
9-anything mean or evil, actions or words
10-being caged
11-breaking promises
12-people who say good things they dont really mean
13-unkindness, rulity, ruthless behaviour
14-being compared to someone else
15-feeling/ being told im not good enough
16-being not accepted as i am
17-feeling that im not heard
18-laughing at/mocking other people (hurting their feelings)
19-waiting for results
20-missing a prayer
21-being told what i do is not enough
22-distructive advices
23-creticized for who i am
24-people i love out of reach
25-fake compliments
26-dual faces
27-steeling
28-people abuse the trust u give them
29-hurting animals
30turning down someone who needs help
31-feeling guilty
32-those who dont believe in me and give up on me fast
33-my pms's
34-when the night goes too fast
35-time to go when im with ppl i love
36-injustice
37-being afraid
38-being sick and feeling helpless and week
40-eating alone in my lunch break
41-someone taking advantage of my kindness
42-staying indoors for a long long long time
43-darkness when no one is there with me
44-loud voices-screaming-shouting
45-rude behaviour
46-routine
47-going to the movies at day time coming out at evening time
48-cooking only for myself
49-cheap magazines-news papers
50-unablity to express myself
51- when i dont undersand whats happening around me
52-being the last to know
53-when someone treats me like a child
54-being uninvited
55-having this itchy throght and teary eyes and i am smiling because i dont want anyone to see
56-bad smell
57-blood
58-being stuck at home when i need to go out
59-feeling bored
60-someone is bored and i cant make them happy
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Enjoy Your Uniqueness
Yes, we are all from the same tree,
the leaf said to me
but can't you see..
how unique are your eyes to me
enjoy the soul in you
its bound to be free..
enjoy the colors of your mind
no matter how crazy it can be
enjoy the beating dreams of your heart
its just a thread between imagination and reality
flow, like i flow with the wind
don't imitate, see how good to celebrate, elaborate your insanity
enjoy your uniqueness
there's nothing in the world more beautiful like your inner beauty.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Staying Real....
Living up to my own standards...
And its NOT a high tower i build to look down on every defect
It's juts a square feet on the rough cement,
i make a spot for myself in the world
i remain there watching, and being watched..
Not trying to prove anything, Not trying to justify any purpose
Only staying real..
Among all the Sci-Fi images and effects surrounding me
...& even if those digital eyes of the beholder fail to reflect the beauty within
Numerating, calculating and analyzing my every move instead.
I surrender to the wind, swinging delightfully with its calling and whispers
responding and corresponding to nature.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Raw
Open your eyes to see...raw
a tune, a note no one ever know
In the sole and early breath of dawn
no secrets or promises kept unknown
The velvety touch of these soft pertals
in those flopping colouful wings
The fragile ray of sun,
the gentle white sand
Open your heart to feel...raw
it takes you where you dream to go
a catsle in the sky
a rolling wave crashing by
in the wonder how and why
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
In a world of my own...
Nonsense!!! in my world, nothing is what it is,
things talk to me, everything, anything can be
i talk to the trees, dance with birds and bees
befriend the ocean and castle myself on its sand
my bed sails me away at night
as i fly with objects around me like a kite
in a world of my own i talk to the sun and walk with the moon
making a blanket-full of stars, mine, laying on thousands roses in colourful bloom
in my world, the walls unfold and windows expand
they make a stairway to the sky, with the touch of my hand
everything just come to live, i can hear them breath
i wear a dress made of berries and cherries and spray some flower's sneaze.
in the world that i live in, all the things that i believe
are nonesens beauty, nothing is like what it seems.
things talk to me, everything, anything can be
i talk to the trees, dance with birds and bees
befriend the ocean and castle myself on its sand
my bed sails me away at night
as i fly with objects around me like a kite
in a world of my own i talk to the sun and walk with the moon
making a blanket-full of stars, mine, laying on thousands roses in colourful bloom
in my world, the walls unfold and windows expand
they make a stairway to the sky, with the touch of my hand
everything just come to live, i can hear them breath
i wear a dress made of berries and cherries and spray some flower's sneaze.
in the world that i live in, all the things that i believe
are nonesens beauty, nothing is like what it seems.
lost i am not, on a branch tree, gazing at what your eyes cant define
In the woods of my head and the magic rooms in my heart
there i stand look for me there you'll find me in a land
that is completely out of sight, and its all what i own, and its all mine.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Shallow Water...
To express whats in your head is not an easy process... Specially those nagging thoughts, notes you take in the corner of your mind, while you are having a conversation with someone, or just looking out of the window in the back seat of a car, watching the green hills kiss the sky or just observing people going through everyday life, listening to the secret soundtrack coming from the crowd, telling a story that was told maybe million times or even more. But something in that moment strikes your head, and all the tangled wires suddenly draw a beautiful picture you haven't seen before.
While we're busy looking for what we lack, we forget the magic of what we already have, trapped inside a cubical, four walls, faces and voices, speaking words you memorize by heart even before they are uttered. sometimes we need new eyes, new ears, to see and hear the beauty of the ordinary, sometimes we need to dip deeper into the well we drink from everyday, and taste a sip of water just a little slower, and feel it stream inside us quenching the inner thirst.
Theres so much beauty around us, in everyday picture, in the boring routine lies some abandoned-and-taken-for granted details.
It's a road that we all take, digging deeper into the muddy road, there we will find valuable rocks... not a promise of a diamond, all shiny and glowy, to show off or to glitter in a sunny day!, but coal, black and dull pieces of coal... to dirty your hands, to draw a portrait on a wall, to warm your bones in a cold cold winter night.. to toast you some bread , or to glow in the dark.
Inspiration, its a blessing, you never know when will it come next, you may isolate yourself, listen to a wonderful piece of music, talk to a wise man, or a funny man, crack a sudden joke, gaze at a flower, read the news, read an interesting book, watch a documentary about something u never knew what or when, or sit in your favorite place with the words trapped in your head holding a pencil or a pen, nothing comes out, the river runs dry while thoughts are floating in your mind.
You never know what might light that candle, you never know when will the rain fall so the thirsty papers drink up all the ink
It might be a star, a warm hug, a prayer, or someone who whispers softly silently to your heart, opening those gates your locked self, as you soar the skies , or some ordinary words you hear everyday. just like the live comes from the dead and the dead comes from the live, never underestimate the boring, you never know how much excitements can come out of that!
Monday, January 04, 2010
Blossom...
Aroma...
its so funny how a smell can take you back in a time machine in a split of a second, wont take you to a place back in time, but to a certain state of mind, a period of time with certain thoughts and emotions.
As i enter this shop, i call it (the garden), all these smells of fruits and flowers, it makes me feel like im in heaven wandering between trees... picking the most fresh and delicious fruits into my basket.
and even though its not a garden and what i put inside my basket are not fruits or flowers, all people around me can obviously see im in a different world. i might leave empty handed if im not entered to pick me a certain fruit, just the joy of being there, makes me happy, even to just pass by and smell their nectar.
My last visit to the garden wasn't necessarily unique, but in a certain way it was, the last thing i would have imagined that i would write about a lotion! but this is how it happened, i passed by through the shelves looking for the happy satsuma fruit, the perfect aroma of tangerine, i got hit by that tree, a tree, pause, Oh i haven't used that for quite sometime, leaned closer and sniffed the fruit, and time took me back three years, people, feelings, places.. just another world than the one i was in that moment or for the past three years..
pause, back in time, just a glimpse of how i used to be at, people i miss, places i miss, they live in me, i smiled, just how this wasn't prepared for, i never forgot who i am i leaned back and marched with steady steps to my wonderful satsuma tree..
as i stretched my hands to pick it up into my basket, it felt like im picking the crops of my own planting, oh is it by birthday already?! is it my harvest time? i gazed at the tree isn't life a tree? we're trees too, just like seeds in the muddy soil, we're born, to branch and fruit..
the tree in me grew, i grew happier, healthier, merrier but i am still myself. the same tree,
looking back to where i was and looking back to where i am, and i wonder how i made it so far, the journey is beautiful with its ups and downs, and i don't regret a thing. a smile was planted on my face, and i look in the mirror of my soul and i can see me blossom.
blossoming inside out, the insider part of me is nourishing opening up to the world, Oh how i made it so far is a long journey, yet its so clear to me the difference in the world. something is beautiful in everything around, a thousand beautiful things..
No man is an island,.. for those hands that took care of me, watered me, put me where the sun shines, lead me to where the light is, i wouldn't have made it without you, thank you might not be enough...but it's all i have got from words. simple?, yes! over used? maybe!. but sincere :)
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