Romantically Phrased

Losing remembrance,

staring at the shade of steps,

overlooking the dance of everything dancing.


“You already know enough. So do I.
It is not knowledge we lack.
What is missing is the courage to
understand what we know and
to draw conclusions.”

Sven Lindqvist


Today, ignorance is no defence.

today, on the front line, all is found.


How many types of fish exist?


Nearing the limit,
and yet trying to ensure that the window remains open,

perhaps that could mean that we don't have another day
to sit down and try to think about a plan.


Faith is when active,

love is a daily action.

Chain Reaction

They want you to applaud,
then you applaud,

they want you to not say a word,
then you remain quiet.


You come in a 7 piece set,
and they claim to have 10 from you.


Your mind and heart are independent,
your soul is your soul,

they should and are only dependent
upon your love for your Savior,
upon His love for you!

3 Lines

Touching the antonyms,

perceiving the plausibility,

opening my eyes to more than 2 colors.

While Throwing a Ticket Away

So, I put my hands behind my ears,

but I notice that your silence speaks louder...

...words, they always fall short!


You once said to me:

"I don't need to go far from you to grow with you"


Bile...perhaps tomorrow I should
drive a car at a 180 km/hr.

Bile, be sent to the sun and burn, burn, burn!



And in the intensity of all the fighting
awaiting for a new wave to face,

I will learn not to panic,
how to fight alone,
and to look to have fun.

Life Passes Each Day...

Walking in circles in all ways straight,

trying to find you,

walking in circles,
but nowhere to hold you and just be with you.


Dreaming at daylight,

hoping to have you,

dreaming at night when all is dark,
somewhere to stand and reach out for you.


I feel as if you out of fear gave it all up,
not truly your heart calling for mine,

I feel as if you could no longer hold the cup,
and you buried in deep all the stars' shine.


And still I tried not only to walk but to run in circles,

wanting to see you,

running in circles,
yet nowhere to find you,
to hold you and be with you,

nowhere to have you,
and to reach out for you.

Rooted and Grounded

For this reason I kneel before the Father,
from whom his whole family in heaven and on earth derives its name.

I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being,
so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith.

And I pray that you,
being rooted and established in love,
may have power, together with all the saints,
to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ,

and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—
that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.

Ephesians 3. 14

What Else?

What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?
He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?

Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies.

Who is he that condemns? Christ Jesus, who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us.

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?

As it is written:
"For your sake we face death all day long;
we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered."

No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.

For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Romans 8. 31

578,160 Hours

From those nights that frightened you,

and the moments that you did not want to dive in alone,

my mind and heart learned how to let you know
that I was at your side.




"Even through fire you never abandon your partner"...


How to decide differently from a decision that you have already decided?

How to stand far far away from a soap opera?

How to remain strong in what I thought was a common...


While thinking about that 88 year of my life

the thought arrives;
this is the thought of the time when I
also read some words, somewhere,
perhaps in a note:

"When you have time to judge people
you don't have time to love them"

Underwater?

Today I heard another voice:

"I was just calling you to tell you:

That your daughter is amazing,

I am thrilled to have spent time at her side this weekend,

what a beautiful lady she is"

Today I opened my drawer,

but this time I found no socks.


And I saw this lady kissing a little girl,

she also helped to carry some of the groceries,

she smiled and said hello to me.


So, I was left with going through life with my flip flops.

INSIDE LOVE

Today,
while staring at this big mirror,
at the many trees standing tall,
and the leaves flying by,

the waves would expand from my furious throw of a rock into the water.

My mind created this thought for some time:

"I cannot find the essence of love in a break,
but in the absence of a break to only love"


And I think the Canada geese went away
because they felt frightened by the rock's constant fighting.

But the thought did not leave me,
it is still within me,
it will stay inside me.

And in the Wind

Another dark blanket poses in the horizon.

The silence of your words

and the absence of your presence

become the sparkle of unending thoughts.


My hand tries its best to stop the swing of a sword,

my hand is hurt but holds the sword,
and does not let it go.


I battle with my prayers,
and try to learn to ask what to pray for.


And as I discover the infinite beauty of the dark blanket,
I also learn to hide my soul's sighing:

Who claims this love entirely?
Who does this love belong to?
Who lives and loves unconditionally for this love unconditional?



And I like it even when you are silent,
I hope to kiss the wind,
hoping that the wind will kiss you too.

My voice is not what now touches your ears,
and yet you are able to listen,
because my words I send them in the wind.


And with a world that I don't understand,
hoping for the sword to disappear,
and for my hand to hold your hand,

deep inside I think I carry the best plan to love you more,
but the love I have for you,
for best to best,
cannot be questioned,
and it also cannot be measured,

I truly love you!

And perhaps I love you
with a mind that does not think well,
with a heart that feels desperate,
with a soul that cries too much,
without a reason to understand why I love you so much,

but I know that I DO LOVE YOU!

I LOVE YOU!

GIFT MADE TO LOVE.

To come back,

in hands that would lift us up,

the best lifetime friend said once to me that it would surmount all.




In many ways our words are good now, again and again to form their storytelling.


Find peace about the most beautiful love in closing your eyes,
and feel it inside,

but it is not in you without the hope of love,

the faith that never moves out.


Today I sat at the edge of a pond that was a mirror for trees,

I sat down at the spot where love overwhelmed two hearts,

at the same place where a question and a half way answer turned into
the most beautiful hello and goodbye of all.

And today I felt many days and nights at your side,

the sprinkling of water drops,

the morning of a day that turned into a drop in the deep blue ocean,
and in that morning, my arms in your arms.


I am not playing a game within any team,

or intending to smile for someone's face,

appearing to afford things with treasures that can't afford...


...I am just waiting for you,

and meanwhile I do,

I'll just pray to better wait for you.

10 Months and in 10 Months

To remember you,

your heart inviting mine,

your eyes reflecting the stars,

and your arms bringing all the warmth.


Dreaming with you I cannot fight,

thinking and feeling your love each day
and each night.


Who thought and thinks about it,

I love you more thank you know,

I love you more than I know,

I love you not knowing where the stars begin or end,

and yet I know I love being near to you.


To remember you,

that each day I will love more and more your love,

and as time goes by,
knowing that you are here with me,

I will rest in the warmth of your presence.

To remember you,

that each day I know you love me,
and I know I love you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYXdLswOLts&feature=related

Fast Forward

Today

A bird flies,

a wave crashes

and again

a star shines.


You and your wealth,
in such a way as to suggest all your hopes and fears
on it placed,

caged in a conundrum in this simple life,
belonging to a race of haves,

your days, confined in a time that for you it rushes.


You and your demands,
jumbled in all of your wants,
displaced from the true home of your heart.


What do you ask for?


Can you even ask for the 60th part of a minute to come back?

Can you ask for life to repeat?


And what is the mystery of peace?


Today I might die.


Tomorrow

A bird will fly,

a wave will crash,

and not just one,

but many stars will shine.

Dying to Rising

Prayer of St. Francis di Assisi:


Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

where there is injury, pardon;

where there is doubt, faith;

where there is despair, hope;

where there is darkness, light;

where there is sadness, joy;


O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as
to console;

to be understood as to understand;

to be loved as to love.


For it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;

and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

JaHaJaHaJaHaJaHa!

So, as my best friend would say to me...

I already can hear the words:

"You cook for an army"


WHILE
Cooking for an army,

slicing my banana,
and dumping a lot of real maple syrup on my panqueques,

these two great songs below,
through the deep meaning of the words
but also their contagious rhythm,
put a lot into perspective,



and they served as carriers of some good laughing and dancing time!

...and perhaps you could say that the words of these songs
are nothing but relativism.


For me, though,
life is a gift,
a gift of love,
the gift of salvation.

Life is a gift to live out in love!

Life, life, life, life,

love, love, love, love!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaPIrbmEj5E

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTvhW8lDHFk

Writing About Wanting to Cry

And I don't want to cry.

I don't want to cry.


"Boys are tough,
they don't cry!"


And I don't want to cry.

Are hearts made to be stepped on, just like rocks?

The last sentence of love, which one is it?

My fear to lose you:

What if you were to die?
next second?
in 5 minutes?
Even tomorrow?

What if you were to die?

It's all a lie,
boys do cry!

The most beautiful thing about it:

I cry because of your love.

I want to love you as you are alive,

and not to cry you with disgraceful sorrow when dead,

or to regret not having loved you with all my love!


I want to let you know that I love you as you are alive!

The Same Growing Love

Each day,

as I keep on loving you,

without ever forgetting you,

and with thoughts of you, bigger than just dreams,

completely lost in the oceans of your love,

the words of my eyes will send all of my love to you.


Those 4 words I will recall:

God, home, hope, love...




I will say yes to you, I will always love you.


When was the last time that you were so loved?
When was the last time that I was so loved?

I will not think of and embrace the last time,
no last time is the time to think of the last and of time that lasts:


I want to wake up in a thought and feeling lost in a field of flowers!
I want to wake up in a hello with a smile that does not lack love!
I want to wake up with you at my side at the shore of the ocean!
I want to wake up with you at my side at the light of a sunset!


Credit gained through being a fearful one...

...perhaps even a coward who wants to love and loves to want to love.


But even when living within names and titles,
when living in a bureaucracy of love,
in a demanding love of appearance,
in a system that is self-protective,
in a love that sees the biggest mistakes of the world,


my eyes will be fixed in a love of hope that in hope will find your love!

And yet this love I will not handle in my own hands.

I will no longer orchestrate it.

A Star Times Trillions

My eyes will keep on searching for the stars!

Not My Math

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MV63_Vmf-74


I cannot measure you,

my perspective about you falls short.

You Lord,

you gave me the most beautiful sunset,

you amazed me with lines of sand that looked like waves,

the colors you painted in the sky filled my inner eyes with awe,

you became my first thought, my first love!


And how many more days?

And not even my reasoning about time is right!

...

Love?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubGCISQQ7Zo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nwzt9jRUPNg

¹⁸ Who is a God like you,
who pardons sin and forgives the transgression
of the remnant of his inheritance?

You do not stay angry forever
but delight to show mercy.

¹⁹ You will again have compassion on us;
you will tread our sins underfoot
and hurl all our iniquities into the depths of the sea.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0l6jMCV4DVI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MV63_Vmf-74

Looking Back Someday

Inscribe in my grave stone,

though never buried,

at least not to my preference...

...but if for some reason such a stone came to existence,

then engrave the following:


Life with a love with no end


And now, who cares?


Life is short some say,

others say life is not short, you only need to live happy...

...happy?

⁷ Again I saw something meaningless under the sun:

⁸ There was a man all alone;
he had neither son nor brother.
There was no end to his toil,
yet his eyes were not content with his wealth.
"For whom am I toiling," he asked,
"and why am I depriving myself of enjoyment?"
This too is meaningless—
a miserable business!

⁹ Two are better than one,
because they have a good return for their work:

¹⁰ If one falls down,
his friend can help him up.
But pity the man who falls
and has no one to help him up!

¹¹ Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.
But how can one keep warm alone?

¹² Though one may be overpowered,
two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.

(Ecclesiastes 4)

Closely...

Across the ocean,

at the light of trillions of stars,

through the wind blowing above rivers,

thinking of a later duet!


And many times people think it is not good for anything,

but it is the source of life to...




Me,
is it the best to be by myself?

It seems,
do I quit and give up?

Like a deep question,
why not just paint and sing alone?

And I think,
should I stop holding?

I should rest at peace,
what could be better?


Thought knocked the door,

and Why did not walk away?


...know:

¹⁶ No king is saved by the size of his army;
no warrior escapes by his great strength.

¹⁷ A horse is a vain hope for deliverance;
despite all its great strength it cannot save.

¹⁸ But the eyes of the LORD are on those who fear him,
on those whose hope is in his unfailing love...

(Psalm 33)

Douse

I used to think I could fight the ocean waves,

that I could take them down with my body strength.


¹ The king's heart is in the hand of the LORD;
he directs it like a watercourse wherever he pleases.

² All a man's ways seem right to him,
but the LORD weighs the heart.

³ To do what is right and just
is more acceptable to the LORD than sacrifice.

STRATEGA!

³⁰ There is no wisdom, no insight, no plan
that can succeed against the LORD.

³¹ The horse is made ready for the day of battle,
but victory rests with the LORD.

(from Proverbs 21)

Fly

As the rain falls,

he sees

the leaves move,

and listens

the ocean's roar.

The poet realizes what to be amazed for.


No poet lives in a four walled room!!


The branches of trees, washed,

creatures on earth, fed,

deep waters, raised,

many a surface, cleaned,

coconuts, dropped

-0-

a soul in death, revived...


So, how does a tree stand tall?


And the poem does not know,

but the poet searches for the source!


Can love be not found for long?

Aquel Dia...

En el futuro el presente va a tratar de recordarme el pasado.


Recuerdo aquel buen amigo que camino conmigo,

caminamos por un tunel oscuro por mucho tiempo,

recuerdo poder oler la humedad,

recuerdo sentir el frio y la soledad,

recuerdo haber mis manos en mis bolsillos...


Pero en dias como aquel,

en esos dias pude aprender a encontrar la salida del tunel,

aprendi a encontar los rayos de luz,

aprendi a oler el pasto verde,

aprendi a sentir esperanza y un fuego calentador dentro de mi,

aprendi a serle fiel a mi amigo,

aprendi a ser un amigo.




El futuro, y quien pues conoce el futuro????

Secret Royal Garden

Without a number, without a paper,

with no code & no status,

but with a huge network,

my place can be here & anywhere else!



A friend of mine told me:

"You just reminded me of someone who one day shared this with me:

I was in front of a dark pit,
one that felt and seemed to not have an end.

At this pit I was at the verge, standing without balance.




All I could think and feel was that I would fall,

and I think I fell,

but this spiderweb caught me.

And I found out by God's grace:

as thin as this spiderweb seemed to be, it was unbreakable,

in this spiderweb my life got changed.

This spiderweb still holds me."




With this love I receive,

with this huge network,

all within me will rise,

I will still have the moon to fly!!!!,

from the first time
to the end of time,

FOREVER AND EVER!!!!

8 Way

Through the look of the sky,

and if you ask me, I really don't know why,

but it truly is about you and I.


At the shade of the tree,

and in and not in all of the times I feel free,

you and I can just be.


Paramount to me,

let's remain we.

Sending You a Note

Never saw red,

but in a rose I saw blue,

c'est la vie!


My eyes sailed in the sky,

for miles and miles long more blue.

c'est la vie!


Those long nights,

endless seas of the your best fellowship - deepest blue!

c'est la vie!

Picturesque

Still the wind, never still.


Reclined in complete repose,

the eyes of a scene I never cease remembering,

the sound not of an artificial chiming,

all to be made whole through the companionship...

...this friend that always listens,

he communicated the importance of communication,

and truth be that my all needed such rest.


In all the contention of the day nevertheless true might.

The Sky, The Sun, The Dawn

A sentence spoken at last,

the story told anew on an immense arch,

each reflection on each hello and goodbye,

and nothing like a spindrift as company...


the power of poetry of change.

Seeing

What it is from what it was,

what it is from what it will be

...

God has the power to.

I just remember I cut myself with a thorn,

and also that I saw her hair fall and fall,

her eyes deeply saddened.

Everyone began to feel sorry about her,

not everyone prayed,

but almost certainly everyone crossed a thought here and there about her.

God in his power did things.

And now I see her from here,

I see her through a picture that will fade away,

probably will fade away even just as I walk away
from the thought of these many words,

as I walk away and embrace what will come.

One thing I'll remember though:

God has the power to do.

Don Chelino

Ha, this old man...

His style was unique!

His eyes radiated hope, somehow.

I still think he kept himself in great shape,

who would not be in shape after long daily walks?

Don Chelino!

Who was this man?

Who did he love?

Did he have anyone who cared for him?

Was he mocked?

Did people spit on him?

Don Chelino!

I saw him searching for treasures in the trash.

I saw this old man camouflaged...

...Today I thought much about low and love.

This old man really got to know lows that I have...
I cannot imagine his lows.

Who cares about people who make a life out of trash?

Don Chelino!

He had a life.

I saw him.

Perhaps I should have become his friend.

I hope to be his friend...

The Sigh of the Less Experienced

I threw so many rocks into the water,

I would look for that second chance,

for the chance to make them bounce multiple times,

and then to look at the waves expanding in BIGger circles.

In great joy, believing that I could make all things work, I would flatter.


Was I then thinking about growing?


I used to get my hands covered with mud,

my industrial constructions were not just there for a glance,

and my heavy-duty Tonka truck never got stuck in all those climbs.

I would look at my roads, buildings, big piles of sand...

...then when "bored", my fellow Yellow was there as my best bud.


Was I then thinking about growing?

They Look Like Blue

It took me a thoughtful series of thoughts,

learning how to find the sequence,

more than just one moment of affirmation,

all the memory of a memory that lacks structured recognition,

playing with an earnest and yet hopeful group of words,

the state of reverie,

and the inside spring of all of Myself.


The reason that has no reason to be proofed,

reason of nonfading purpose,

and reason of imprinted and permanent significance,

is what embarked me into the journey of the seven seas.


Only the day of departure is yet to be found.

Waves Crashing

Your love...

And I enjoy each embrace,
even if through your power you take me down.

All this sound, the roaring of a collision that is hard to survive,
and I know you will get me back to the top.


I learned one day to be alright,
even if through your power salt would come out through my nose.



The feeling of being underneath, having no air to breathe,
and I know I still can enjoy your embrace,


Your Love!

I'll LOOK FOR YOU ALL THE TIME

The beauty appreciated by those who LIVE it...


Some people think of it as a bite,

but the truth is it always is complete.

Some people think of it as a waiting list,

but the truth is it always is a free full ride.

Some people think of it as a human shape,

but the truth is it cannot be confined or burned.

Some people think of it as an island,

but the truth is no one can see its end, not even its horizon.

Some people think of it as a lily or rose,

but the truth is it has one name, it is called LOVE.


...a beauty so bright that not even memory can choose to fight.

You Were Near Me

The rivers, the songs, the eyes...


In each moment that the sound of your presence,

though, doing what it most could, and rather well enchanting my company,

floated across the mountains and valleys of my vicinity,

played beyond the sunset of my gentle contact

and

orbited obsequiously & submissively while holding the beauty of each of my point of views,

my clue to compare the falls, silences and shades

was none, since the best day of my life was at turn.


...all the waves!

Rediscovering the Song Built

How to understand?

Can the wind be confined?

Does it denote the possibility to be combed?

Oltre la Mia Conoscenza

Against any prominent force of compression,

the full journey of your suave sense,

that tangent and endearing care,

becomes, con amore, col suo amore, the craving of my day.




I used to love to touch the wind...


At times I close my eyes,

but my mind is still open to the imagination of your embrace,

to that embrace that you create,

to the embrace of true beauty,

the embrace that my all longs for,

the embrace of your love.


No slight indication,
no suggestion...


Each day

I love your love.

RED RIBBON

A face full of shine.


The best gift does not come wrapped in a golden case,

it is not temporary, short-run satisfying,

never seeks to explain it all with words,

cannot be found fixed in a station or for one season only.


A mind full of hope.


The best gift is like a spring,
can spring ideas - can spring tears,

cannot contain itself;

the best gift never completes the conclusion,

never ceases to find a new action - it continues to step into a new stage,

it does not reveal when August end...


A heart full of peace and strength.

Mi Amor

They say that I have changed,

but deep I know, all-wide-open, I have gained.



As the river danced, their words became strange,

my wings TO FLY were not given in exchange.



They say I will get lost and soon feel strained,

but as deep can be, I know, in is, the song and light to be engaged.






As the journey advanced, their words, hinged, were out of range,

my love TO GIVE, not until my bones go home, none will estrange.

A Wave of a Newfound

I took some steps...got outside the window.

Yesterday I did not know,

but I picked the farthest home I could find.


I tried for years to whisper to you,

but tomorrow had to become today,

and distance, distant memories...all the pain was what remained.


Why did I have to step on this rock?

How many moons and times under the stars did I live?


Today - I took some steps and got outside the window.


I had not seen blue of a day,

the prints of the clouds, each of its kind.


And now, after having stepped out of the gray,

I find no crop to watch,

or time to clock,

all stupefied.


You are gone.

I have walked far away, out of a wide open window.


I no longer whisper,

My voice is now of a LOVE free.

Partita

I have ears that can wait,

and hands that know no strait.




I have dreams shaped like an eight,

and thoughts that never walk straight.



I have eyes that cannot cease to paint,

and a heart that flies with no restraint.

Walk on the Street

I want to learn how to paint the sky,

why the waves wave,

what a new beginning from an end is,

the system of nourishment of all kinds,

how touch becomes a deep desire,

how lips and fingertips share contact and motion,

when the right time for leaves to fall and grow is,

why crayfish walk backwards,

and





the ways to break paradigms through the universal language.

Yet Shall He Live

Inspired before the beginning

and

shaped by a unique identity;

lived by the most passionate and eternal stream of truth

and

encompassed by a sentence that never ends -

love that creates,
holds,
sustains,
loves

and

sets free.

Love lighted in the sky,

and finding a way -

oceanic thunders,
dance of the leaves,

and

even the longing of my soul
inspired by it.

Because Not

A trying process,

a talk to strangers,

a small catch of stars,

hide & seek nights,

a tongue licking dirt,

the hardest sunset to contemplate,

and the terminal of they,

at the eyes of the thinker looks
like a kiss to a kiss
like an embrace of an embrace.


From far away,

slowly coming too closely,

the paint of life

in a step of details

is interpreted through a kiss of an enemy,

through an embrace of a cold-blooded he.

Overlies

When I look up you say let's fly,


At dark, you express with your eyes,
and I express with mine,


When it gets cold I come to know your skies -
I find a source of inspiration at full shine.


When I look at the side you say let's try.

I'll walk around with my home,

I'll go up the stairs to connect with the room of truth,

and with the lights off I'll sing a song,

and at times Friday nights will be to remember my age.


Nobody will like the wrongs and rights so seriously.


I'll take my time.


Distance will never conquer the inside of my home's walls,

days, and I'll look to spend time alone,

nights, and I'll will desire to get home.


You'll enjoy my show.


A pool of roses or weeds, a cave of unending heat,

and I'll chase the sun and moon,

I'll go down the stairs to embrace a true friend,

and I'll will not let it go away,

my home will walk at my side, with me it will stay.

Oblongata

The day resounded in fire crimps.

The hamlet got jacketed in dark.

Void of light,

Swarthy...gloomy faces.

Blood, a stream moving in the streets of his palms,

a moving procession crowding his neck, his fingers,
his cheeks.


This guy, Mr. Varolii,

consumed in a fear not less penetrating than the melody of the piano,

far worse than the feeling of not feeling,

of air being trapped in the lungs...

Mr. Varolii got pensive,

he imagined his life 8 years from now;

he memorized every line,
all the streets of sound he would walk on.


Varolii,

his heart was burning,
more than all the houses crushing.

All the case he saw,
as he prepared to bleed more,
his mind tasted bitter,
his eyes characterized by harshness,
and his breath could not speak promises.

Was it life or life was it, is?

Just somewhere else he wanted to sit to talk.




Mr. Excubere says:

Are we getting out of here?

I am.

Are we going to agonize over agony?

I am not.

Are we going to imagine the unimaginable?

I prefer to live to die and die to live.

Go fight the arrow Mr. Varolii.


Later on Mr. Varolii found a freestone.

The arrow whispered close to his ear,
close enough that he was able to listen
to his heart's fear...

Mr. Varolii witnesed the heaven's bright sun,
the power of the melting of an iced track.

The Feather in the Pond

71 degrees.

What do you say about it?


Here is where you start counting,

and meanwhile, the waves surrounding,

and the colors calling,

they will give to your mind some resting.


Make your fingers go deep,

don't let your song fall asleep,

enjoy, while counting, all the drops steep,

but most importantly, don't forget that what is for you to say about,

is not to be said until you have learned how the sand of the sea is for you to keep.

HEREIN IS LOVE

God chose to,

God loved us,

GOD LOVES US!!!!


This is love: not that we loved God,

but that he loved us and sent his Son

as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. - 1 John 4.10

Radiate

In awe of my Creator,

while...

JESUS DIED,

I AM BORN TO LIFE ETERNAL!

Relations Respond

No corruption




in...

On behalf of my friend the ant

Waking up to see a beautiful smile,

eager to see a sunny day.


If I fall on the ground,

and get lost in the dark,

will you help me stand up
&
and find my way around?


I see the property,

and I feel awakened by the sounds,

&
sometimes I realize what frightens me,

....

RESILIENCE!

Under the soar of eagles I walk,

like the words, they stretch..reaching the sea.

And when I realize I am too small and miss,

during the time of bandits,




at the summit of the Victorian ocean,

I get lost in moments of heroes of love,

I remember the privilege of being able to love.


I lay down, and I have seen the most beautiful smile,

and I enjoyed the day,

I loved!


I am eager for another sunny day.

Social Nest

Development and growth,

art of wide open arms,

scope for unending designs,

intentions subject to passion,

extinguisher of eclipsed records...


"‘Vocation is where our greatest passion meets the world’s greatest need."

-Frederick Buechner


Words lifted up,

strings of red, black and any other color,

a deep attack to sneaky ways,

solid battle against disadvantage,

hope irradiated to build the greatest home,

love + love + love + love,

a family familiarized by the intimate wonderful.

New Kind of Ink

And to water deep

belongs my song.


A song of intense passion;

my goal,

to sing a song of new daylight.


I sing

an inspirational song,

rain forest fashion,

diverse and complex.


And to waters wide

belongs my poetical melody,

and in waters perpetual

the waves find compass and tone.

Worth a Stone Chorus

Waves echoed

Wondrously acting day and night

Winding my heart above in chanting


Waltz lifetime

Wealth of unique compositions


Whence in deep peace


Wife of love

Distinctively Colored

All I end doing,
I slow down as I try to see,
try to hear,

my hands cease from sleeping,
and people whisper to my ear,

And the air I breathe,
the minutes quickly turn into hours,

the body that holds me,
and the sound of big and tall wind...

...my trust in you!


Words unexpected,

words of a forgiving friend,

words understandable,

words of a loving Father!



You bring into view,

You enlighten my way

despite all my foibles!


my trust in you!

R3gistr@t#on C0D3

The thin line of drops
drip
.........p
..............i
....................n
...........................g,

the constant
f
a
l
l
of
thick
drops,


the statue of green umatched,
the ((((moving)))) foundation of brown deep,


the multicolor flight curtain,
the black and white arrows resembling a large squadron,


the quietness of the flutter of curving lines,
the outcry of the tribe to its deliverer,


the only love fulfilled,

the only love to live,

the only love inherited,

the only love arising,

the only love highest,

the only love loving,

the only love,



Search me, O God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.

See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.

Psalms
139.
23

Rock to Write On

This, the land I defend!


Waves ponder and shape rocks,

rocks surround me.


Light shines in the life that is divine

and I am with you.


My feet, under the heaven's bright sun.


Wind contemplates and soberly floats among rocks,

rocks mingle with water.





Fire moors my spirit in your Spirit

and I live because you are.


This, a home within me,

Here I live, upon this ground!

Exstinctus Hibernatus

Never quiet, always the shivering of teeth.


We are the people of salvation...


Inside me, a melody,

the world seen from an increase

free from all the frustrations
that keep me in the big shot,

Never dark, always the presence of the right right,

a blessed meeting point,
the words of the one I love,

life seen from the counting of the days,

full of all voices singing,
and the painting of a ready for all mural.

We are the people alive in fullness....

At the Table

Uncouth,

when without a handshake,

character is "harvested"
without a cultivation process.


Rugged,

when without a farewell
the value of a distinctive nature of image (individual human being)

is definitely determined
without having the courage
to become aware of the true essential nature.



My master's voice echoes at least:

ONE, LOVE, PRAYER!


But you are a chosen people,
a royal priesthood,
a holy nation, a people belonging to God,
that you may declare the praises of him
who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.

1 Peter 2. 9

Cogent Fire & Water

Soaring above,

redeemed and free,

oh, bear me fully in your love,

no fear and distrust in me.



fare-thee-well!



in you to find my hope thereof,

be thou my guide, my plea,

nor let me ever astray from thee,

thus, in me your voice alone beloved.


my Savior!

Mellowly Insulating

At times,
in my own cry,

in the crave for you to come
to save me...


Why did I not see?
this before?




I was told that people in the city,
they like things fast.

People in the city,
they don't come to have the characteristic
of locating and holding
ripened fruit.



Dawn takes a break!

Why then inure to self-indulgence?
Why then inure to synesthetic euphoria?

The moon manages to continue in a perfect course of action!


No one else like you
to find.

Escutcheon...

My
King of arms!

2(23+27)/Love Ahead

In this beautiful life,

in the seasons that come and go,
you've called her name,


In this world,

in the light of the streets of waterfalls,
in more than two and fewer than many sullen mornings,
you've always filled her with your power.




In this journey,

you have created hope in her,
and designed new light for her to call your name,

&
In this day,

all because of your love,
she waits here for your hand to come.

Rear Breezer

The LORD knows the thoughts of man;
he knows that they are futile.


Words are few,

thoughts fewer.


Thoughts come in cold,

words colder.


Words go crazy,

thoughts crazier.


Thoughts travel far,

words farther.


Words get old,

thoughts older.


Thoughts fly high,

words higher.


Words and Thoughts,

Thoughts and Words.


When I said, "My foot is slipping,"
your love, O LORD, supported me.

You were before; You are now

Not anymore...

Open the door,

for now the point has come from hide

to another side

and in belief,

I know that no thief

can take it further more.


It is not a one time,

or a meantime,

but a lifetime.




Lay it at the shore,

and no more keep it as an item at the store;

real deep inside you, let Him guide
&
as it goes on, drop it to the wide,


Each day He'll take it inside,

and each day He'll bring it outside,

killjoy, all day now at a paradise, no grief,

a full sense of relief,

summit -o belief!

Moon Goes Down

9pm,


A blue note in the door...

Take the Paper Away

Too far, out of reach?


I'll take it,

all I need in life

in You.


((((((( Splash )))))))


In the answer to the call,

travel with me

at the stake of even the forgotten.





Too long, out of sight?


Fade them all,

color the white and black

and clothe me with a pair of sandals.


Indivisible mix of one nation!

Allantoin

Shoot the duck.

Play the flogger.

Don't sell the conception.



Tuck
the brother,
&
don't make any exception.



Boot the buck.

Fray a whole 'nother.

Don't bell the deception.

I AM REAL

365 day trial!

I receive the flechazo,

looking for a way for you to move me.


In the deep blue ocean flow,

baptize me with your love,

invade my space,

be my on-call friend,

build a relationship with me.






YOU AND I


I know that I need you!

Stuck in this moment,

realizing that your love...

...if all 6.6 billion people called your name,

you have the answer to their need.


YOUR LOVE,
unlimited,
good with no transaction cost.


And still under this light,

worrying like a fool,

looking for what I don't need,

trying to throw myself...
...whose to greet and know me?

LIKE YOU DO!


...

I'm not afraid to live,

neither to die,

in the midst
of all dazzling lights!

Patience. Snail. Patience

Years down the road.

All right!

Not this night,
perhaps at morning.

Grab the stick,
hit the mangoes,
no, no,
hit the branches,
but
GET THE MANGOES!





Cut them to pieces,
put some salt
and lots of lime.

Not today,
perhaps tomorrow.

The truth is,
an expert:
makes mistakes
ALL THE TIME!

If
"fail"
shows at the screen,
then retry,
but
don't waste
value of a talent
don't waste
ink,

try another swing,

don't delay accusing
pain,
and charging
grief.

GET THE MANGOES,

CHEW SLOW,
&
ADD MORE SALT AND LIME!

Concerto for Breath

Oh, how I wish for certain things.

Between you...

Run the waters,

walk the air,

and all the colds,
the letters,

not me, but

your love out of chaos.

Victor

It becomes

the Achilleus field.

1+1=2?

1+1=1?

1+1=0?

1+0=1?

1+0=0?

0+0=1?

0+0=0?

And the sweord
and the arwe..

I fight for the

1+0=2!

Too Close to Far

Don't turn back.

I think a calculator
would be useless
at this time.

Do.

Love.

Today.

Find the light to take the next step.


Some call me a protestant,

others, a chaser of the sun,

others, a troublemaker,

others, a revolutionist,

others, a lover of love,

others, a frozen narrow-minded,

others, a black and white portrait,

others, a crier for...

...others...

...and all the names ascend to
a call of change.

Long before identity,
oneness,
&
unity of love
reigned in fullness of life.

Heavy Root

It is a feeling of extraordinary REFLEX.

Above the colorful foliage,
here,
it is here,
here you want to stay.

Even when it gets repeated,
today it feels as if never has happened
before,
and yesterday fades,
and today again is where life is found.


It is a feeling of an eternal enlightened time.




Above the vast fields,
the art of the craftsman,
the swing of hundreds of machetes.

The sunshine, like a mother,
the darkness of the skin like an obedient child.
The sweat,
the proof of no shadows,
constantly revealing strength,
hope held high.

All the elements reasoned slowly,
triggering a
fight for fast
action

"How about...are you going to join the symphony?"
"At the overture?"

"Arise!"
"Arise again!"
Above the cities,
above dreams of one,
above tears in the open,
above the umbrella's cover,
above the obsession for racing,
"ARISE!"

I find myself alive at this moment,

I meet the heat,

nothing in my heart denies,

through the wind at least,

my deepest sigh tracks the footprints to follow,

and I hope to loose myself,

I hope to find you,

and I hope to love for love itself,

and love with no required amount,

and always to find a way through,

paying attention to the tempo of the dance of the stem,

"others have arisen before me",

"ARISE!"

Tear in the String

Full-time to Learning to Love You

Should I open my hands?

Is it right to open my eyes?


In all I am, forever laugh!


Above something that I do not understand...

I only call to you!


No attack, no worry!


You spoke,

You obeyed,

You live!


Should I?


Ever my heart and soul's

love belongs to you!

Waking with no Face

Since I don't know you,

each morning,

through the golden wind,

underneath the waves of a covered thought,

when my words rise,

you will walk away,

like I do.


I myself

run faster than the monster of the sea.

I will sing!

I will sing!

I will sing!

You will
watch
water
and guard it
day and night!

I will come,

you will walk away,

but you will stand on the mountain,

and you will make me feel alive.


You will walk away,

You will walk away.

Deep Inside

Pyramid Destroyed

FREE!

Would you believe me?


It requires such sense of fulfillment.


I would just fly
fly for all that I "need"
as long as eternal truth exists.

Have I
my eyes on the moving of mountains?

Have I
my eyes on the mountain mover?

I would just fly
fly for a coming of hearing
as long as it takes for me to obey.


Well, is it true?

FREE!

Make Everything Right

Only with a beautiful love,

the fading fades,

the boisterous burden suffers defeat,

the inferior


BELONG

&
BEHAVE

&
BELIEVE




Lips breathe!


Shake me too!


Sing with your hands!


Without a doubtful account,
a push to the kneeling space!


In that day they will say,
"Surely this is our God;
we trusted in him, and he saved us.
This is the LORD, we trusted in him;
let us rejoice and be glad in his salvation."

- Isaiah 25.9

Of the Living God

For forty days the flood kept coming on the earth,
and as the waters increased they lifted the ark high above the earth.

The waters rose and increased greatly on the earth,
and the ark floated on the surface of the water.

They rose greatly on the earth,
and all the high mountains under the entire heavens were covered.

The waters rose
and covered the mountains to a depth of more than twenty feet.

-Genesis 7. 17-20


Then God said,

"Take your son,
your only son, Isaac,
whom you love,
and go to the region of Moriah.
Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering
on one of the mountains I will tell you about."

-Genesis 22.2


So now, go.
I am sending you to Pharaoh to bring my people the Israelites out of Egypt."

But Moses said to God,

"Who am I, that I should go to Pharaoh and bring the Israelites out of Egypt?"

And God said,

"I will be with you.

And this will be the sign to you that it is I who have sent you:

When you have brought the people out of Egypt, you will worship God on this mountain."

- Exodus 3. 10-12

Goliath stood and shouted to the ranks of Israel,

"Why do you come out and line up for battle?

Am I not a Philistine, and are you not the servants of Saul?

Choose a man and have him come down to me.

If he is able to fight and kill me, we will become your subjects;

but if I overcome him and kill him, you will become our subjects and serve us."

Then the Philistine said,

"This day I defy the ranks of Israel!

Give me a man and let us fight each other."

On hearing the Philistine's words, Saul and all the Israelites were dismayed and terrified.

-1 Samuel 17. 8-11

David said to the Philistine,

"You come against me with sword and spear and javelin,

but I come against you in the name of the LORD Almighty,

the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied.

This day the LORD will hand you over to me, and I'll strike you down and cut off your head.

Today I will give the carcasses of the Philistine army to the birds of the air

and the beasts of the earth, and the whole world will know that there is a God in Israel.

All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear

that the LORD saves;

for the battle is the LORD's,

and he will give all of you into our hands."

-1 Samuel 17. 45-47

Belong Deeper in Love

"O LORD, God of Israel, there is no God like you in heaven or on earth—you who keep your covenant of love with your servants who continue wholeheartedly in your way.

You have kept your promise to your servant David my father;
with your mouth you have promised and with your hand you have fulfilled it—as it is today.

"But will God really dwell on earth with men?
The heavens, even the highest heavens, cannot contain you.
How much less this temple I have built!
Yet give attention to your servant's prayer and his plea for mercy,
O LORD my God.

Hear the cry and the prayer that your servant is praying in your presence.
May your eyes be open toward this temple day and night,
this place of which you said you would put your Name there.
May you hear the prayer your servant prays toward this place.



Hear the supplications of your servant
and of your people Israel when they pray toward this place.
Hear from heaven, your dwelling place;
and when you hear, forgive...

..."Now, my God,

may your eyes be open
and your ears attentive to the prayers offered in this place.

"Now arise, O LORD God,

and come to your resting place,
you and the ark of your might.
May your priests, O LORD God, be clothed with salvation,
may your saints rejoice in your goodness.

O LORD God,

do not reject your anointed one.
Remember the great love promised to David your servant."

- 2 Chronicles 6.

Eras and Centuries

Caring

Heartfelt

Selfless

Friendship


(') _ (')
( o _ o)
(.) ; (.)
(..) (..)


Trust

Honesty

Service

Integrity

Hope

Faith

Love

&
Prayer
Commitment

in
Life

Like an Echo

Words rise, the howling of a renewed assurance,

actions, light shed,

and

a name, the umbrella's bones.


What causes it?


The wind can be in anger,

the reed, for the thatcher's art,

the earth can be unstable,

inconstant feelings...

even dead bloom!


Love,

life skeleton,
the utmost,

extreme structure,

strapped,
nonlinear,

innate gift,

to receive
cultivate

and
give.


It can rain today,

tremble,

lighting cover the horizon,

I must not miss

devotion
to
the

c
o
u
n
t
i
n
g

of

the raindrops,

inborn desire to kiss.

Whistler

It was what I would look after
many times a day.

I would play with it for hours lONG

In my mind,
the warning conveyed
to my beloved dog,
the message transmitted
of wanting to spend time with it,
and
of wanting to better train it,

it would all come across by using
the one
best
signaling instrument.


Now,
for a moment,

Let's just imagine it
as a reversal process,
perhaps
one
I have chosen
to indulge myself in

and
one that brings forth
decadent pleasures.

But,
In my everyday existence,
through the learning experiences,

and into the interior
of my innermost character,
a love which is eager to grow,

the message transmitted
by the one who
brought me into existence

comes
in
and
with

generous disposition,
and
is one that signals
and reminds
and alerts
and is
love
in
itself.


I conceive
that
the

inspiration of confidence
and peace of mind
and
certainty in my heart
and peace of heart,

it leads to a quiet life,
to
a scene of no doubts or hesitations,

and
to

a love that loves
as
it
waits to love more deeply.

Astounding

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7hMS3j5qz4

My mind is too small,

the glory of God,

in all state and sense,

if even possible to capture

in words or thoughts or both,

it fills me with wonder,

and overwhelms me with amazement.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0niI3FzCOH4&feature=PlayList&p=F5D90A4AF43EB4EA&playnext=1&index=83

The bright sun,

the heavens,

the stars...

...God's love!

I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem,

coming down out of heaven from God,

prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband.

And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying,

"Now the dwelling of God is with men,

and he will live with them.

They will be his people,

and God himself will be with them and be their God.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZL0cjcLBYY

I did not see a temple in the city,

because the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are its temple.

The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it,

for the glory of God gives it light,

and the Lamb is its lamp.

The nations will walk by its light,

and the kings of the earth will bring their splendor into it.

On no day will its gates ever be shut,

for there will be no night there.

The glory and honor of the nations will be brought into it.

Nothing impure will ever enter it,

nor will anyone who does what is shameful or deceitful,

but only those whose names are written in the Lamb's book of life.

- Revelations 21. 2,3; 22-27