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25.9.12

trying to be empy

 as i rode i felt you in the wind
as i worked i remembered
i could smell you, feel your ghost
my heart ached
i am trying to be empty
but how when i was once 
so full






“Flow with whatever may happen and let your mind be free. Stay centered by accepting whatever you are doing. This is the ultimate.”
Chung Tzu

24.9.12

ways2thinkfromRumi








“If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?”



 “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
 


  “And still, after all this time, the Sun has never said to the Earth,
"You owe me."
Look what happens with love like that.
It lights up the sky.” 


 “Put your thoughts to sleep,
do not let them cast a shadow
over the moon of your heart.
Let go of thinking.” 


 “Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” 

 “Gamble everything for love, if you're a true human being.” 


“let's get away from
all the clever humans
who put words in our mouth
let's only say what our hearts desire.”  





18.9.12

the flow never ceases

reconfiguring
the flow of this earth river 
continues
and so must i.
let go and flow...
i must accept that downstream
i cannot see
but i'll arrive there just the same.

 grasping the banks
for moments
allows me to see where i've come
where i am
but it is the letting go
i seek



isolation-rainy windows-rock hunting- stick carving- mobile making-picture jumping- secrets-cedar wood, sandalwood, lavender, lemongrass, broken green leaves and baby twigs- open skies that fill my belly- duality- paths that never cross- the smell of knees- red wine, campfire tea-home roasted coffee, green smoothies, yellow delicious apples everyday, fever dreams- drinking from cantaloupes- medium format photography- renegade art- dirty knees- patches- stripes-plaster- diy- reality and daydreams switching places- digging clay- oscillating fans- dioramas- tree worlds- travel tree travelogues- carrots- memories of my father that crawl across the floor, up my arms and into my cheeks- captured images- captured thoughts on my nightstand-turtle homes- hopes- sweat from hard work- long bike rides and aching legs- brushing my teeth outside- dirty fingernails- ink on my hands- unfiltered thoughts- originality- creating from beginnings-mint fields in mist- empty canvases,tubes of paint and endless nights- screaming songs into the wind- sharing secrets with birds- puddles, creeks, streams, hidden worlds behind waterfalls- feather tattoos-looking through paper towel rolls- defying Murphy and his law- green and blue- tearing out pictures- "Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now."(bob dylan)- "I have tried in my way to be free"(leonard cohen)... knowing these words to my very core.- learning-exploring-learning-exploring-slowly moving and watching and experiencing all fully and within the ritual, catching my reflection as a little girl...