memo

Did you feel it?

That I love you.

Now and always.

My heart is your heart.

Our hearts are connected to the

Global Heart that is beating.

Hurting. Crying. Celebrating. Growing. Expanding.

A heart can do many things.

It beats evermore. It remembers.
We are all humans and are more the same then we are different.

The heart is strong

The heart is wise.

It will tell tales from truth

It will follow it's own strength

of you.

Of me.

Of all hearts. In time to come.

the two brothers

the two brothers walked

the two brothers talked.

there was silence.

worry spread over their faces.

one spoke the other listened.

more silence.

they changed positions so the other spoke

and the first one listened.

heads put together.

the sharing of nods and mood.

assessment of the situation

that was very grave indeed.

a conclusion was reached.

a proposal forged.

the moods lightened.

smiles came out as lunch was served.

blessed be

(for Margreet)

departure time

is timeless, although the death is timely

and soulprints are left on this earth

stored as memories below

walking her story on her ground

it had reached the final paragraph

and today, the epitaph.

I remember.

I recall the days I stayed

at your farmhouse for a number of days

and we spoke most..

in silence. The days I see as sunny.

You came to visit me today

and you looked well and are so happy.

Now that you are reunited with your love

and can walk your dog in peace once more.

And we weep not for those

who leave their bodies and continue

on the greatest marvel of a path

that stretches out in all directions. All at once.

Blessed be, lady of the woods.

I may see you again, another time.

the sword

the sword of Damocles hangs over you

yet you do not know it's tale.

What peril will befall you?

Prevail again you shall regardless.

beyond the sound of strife,

of old opulence and decay lies

the shining horizon of freedom,

thus hunger not to retain material gain.

splendid is she who can release the bonds

of angst and need. As required they are not.

He can speak the mind but needs to hold

the heart close. With your kin embraced.

fear not as you shall be 'fine',

as they say in this new world of being.

Walk the earth and be free to sing

your new song. And reborn in kind you shall be.

heart in my hand

It's okay

You don't have to do anything

Not say anything

Just be yourself with me.

I am tidying up

old remnants from my past

Seeing glimpses of what might be ahead

carrying my heart in my hands.

Many are afraid of pain

of the emotions raw and deep

cutting and piercing the skin.

I feel them inside as old friends visiting.

It's good to remember,

as I have done before: that all things pass.

The experience is always released,

old heartache transformed to joy once more

I depend on myself for support

I hold my own heart in my hands

I feel love is given to me

and am strong. Every day.

Goodbye

You talk

yet there is nothing left to say

Only things I have heard before

Like a washing machine left on the same setting.

I feel horrible for feeling it

but notice I haven't missed you. At all.

And it makes me sad for what once was.

But only for a moment.

I rather rejoice in what is, then what is in the past.

Everything has it's own time. This time is mine.

I wish you well and am now saying goodbye.

Feeling blessed with everything given to me.

grey mass

the grey mass

is not so grey after all

colour abounds there where neurons talk

spinning in a vast space of being

why consider it random

when it's hardly that. You do have vision,

direction, aim and fire in you,

in your head and in your heart.

the grey matter and the red matter (nerd speak)

ignite thoughts again, connecting stories

into being

so was the thought first, or you?

(image by Hugh Macleod - gapingvoid.com)

Mojo

Once the mojo is lost we are no better then zombies. Last Friday my mojo came back to me, they were drawing themselves bless them. They keep talking to me. It's a funny thing.

It's very simple: inhale goats. Poop love. Voila.

(This is the real life Nerada by the way..)

anyway... more to come:

Heh.

Relish the mojo, canoodle it with all your might. Then let it wonder the world.


Note: all drawings by me and only transmittable in public with prior written agreement. Thank you.

Pain

(for Reatha)

I drown out my own trembling voice

My child listens

she hears my cries

in the night. In the day.

And when the minutes slowly roll

by, the view turns a different shade

I can't see.

I can't feel.

Any warmth seems to have left me.

My heart has gone out.

Like the fire in the living room.

I poke around in the grey dead embers.

Where my vision once held me.

Comfort is now something of the past.

I close the curtains.

And think of my mother. And the blanket I hold dear.

How do we do it?

How do we cope with times like these?

Darkness creaks. My child is silent.

She brings me a drawing.

I look at a big yellow sun.

A cow. and a dog.

The pig roams the field happily.

There is a horizon. And us.

I put that drawing in my heart.

I make a new fire for us all.

Don't preach to me today.

Just keep me safe. Keep me warm.

Chicago

whatever drive and focus there is

another energy will push against it

yet duality is dissolving

and more people are

accessing the clouds.

sometimes we wonder why to

defend anything

or why to yield to someone or something stronger then us

especially when we feel it's wrong

and we seriously don't want to. Not anymore.

in Chicago strangers were

holding hands in the street

marching together and singing, of all ages.

Police officers were ordered

to restrain their views and their hands with force

yet the fiercer the commotion,

it forces the issue and more things to escalate,

those burned with pepper spray or hit with batons

are to be seen on social media their stories racing

through the Cloud untouched, spurring the sleeping to think.

a story only has meaning in the light

of what meaning you assign to it.
 Your perception becomes the version of events

and what action you take or do not undertake as a result,

it will reflect your true self to the world at large.

about the Chicago ProtesT; here and here 

after the NATO summit news: read here

photo by: Getty Images/Spencer Platt, source: CBSnews