A Poem about pain

Posted on Friday, January 30, 2015

It is in our Divine Nature
to suffer with the suffering
Not because we are pain
Not because God is pain
Not because the pain is a path
But because as the black in the trunk who took
one whipping felt pain
Not because he deserved whipping
Not because there was medicine in pain
Not because God was in that gesture
But because it was not
He felt pain

It is our Divine Nature to feel pain in this world
Suffer with the suffering
And to free ourselves knowing

"This is not God"
And God is always with me
God is always in my reach
God teaches me to move beyond suffering
God guides the one who is hurt
Because pain is not a path

We feel the pain that it is to be away from the Path
And God is good, good,
Goodness without measure
Without a whip
But eternally present
Careful and as a friend.

Go - A poem

Posted on Wednesday, January 21, 2015


Go loose yourself in the world
Come back when you're younger
When I'm younger
When everything ahead are just beginnings
and beginnings
Go, get lost, come back younger


Goddess of the Night, a poem by Danna Faulds

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By Danna Faulds 

 The Goddess of the night speaks only in a quiet voice. 
“Trust the movement of energy,” she says. 
“Trust the opening of blossoms. Trust the wisdom that rises through you like sap flows through 
trees in spring. 
Trust that you can leave that which you no longer need . . . 
Trust the coming of new insight.” 

The Goddess pushes the cloud-hair from her eyes 
And offers you a cup. 
This is the chalise of life. The chalise of change and choice. 
“Drink deeply”, she says. “And do not second guess yourself. 
The only answers worth listening to are those that come from deep within.” 

With the approach of dawn, the Goddess transforms herself in sunrise. 
As the last stars fade from the sky, she speaks to us a final time. 

“Trust your own immortal soul. 
Trust what you know, and what you don’t. 
Trust that you can do what is yours to do. 
Trust life to bring you face-to-face with truth.”

Thoughts on being cohesive

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Sylvette, 1954 by Pablo Picasso
Pablo Picasso - Sylvette

Be cohesive, be a brand! Share your content in a very edited way. I hear and see it ll the time. I'm not cohesive at all. I think a lot of people just put together stuff because it goes along well. In their pinboards, in their houses, in their blogs, in their lifes. They share lists not stories. Well, I'm not sure my man and my mother are that cohesive. I open books randomly to get advices from stories. My cat and dog are not best friends. My jeans don't go along well with my shirts. Or with my butt. But, I do have a wonderful life. It's not cohesive. It's not curated, or if it is its only by my heart. What connects everything in my life including all the persons in it it's me. I'm the only person that I really need to please with my choices. 

Never leave anything on the side because it doens't seems to go along well with the rest. Probably it's a treasure. I miss seeing a random portrait by Picasso on the web, just illustrating a thought or a story. Not along with a pantone color catalogue or a list of clothes. Do I keep finding the same blog or do they all feel the same? I really need to edit my reading list...make it more cohesive...with my heart.

Woman with a Hairnet September 1956 - Pablo Picasso reproduction oil painting
Pablo Picasso - Woman with an hairnet