I reflect on life and time all the time. But I refuse to draw lines, because there’s no end, there are only new beginnings.
My heart goes to you, each and every soul , you , the one that reads these simple words coming from my soul:
Carry On, You Are Beautiful and Strong! Don’t let fears eat your inner force! Love, Feel, Live with Passion!!!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!
In a world where
most of the time we don’t see
the real extent of sorrow, pain and evil
let our soul grow
against all odds.
Let hope bloom in the desert of hearts
and beauty flourish.
Hold on, never give up, live with passion,
don’t ever lose your feelings.
Days and nights and the immaterial space in between
Beautiful spirals , apertures between interconnected hands strethed on the same dial
Bricks cemented by ideas of all colours and shades
Sediments of the past, strained through different calibers of feelings and states of mind
Imprints of the present driven by projections of a fabulous or inimaginable future
Countless binds between ourselves and an universe of lost signals and unexpected answers
Seasons forgotten or new ages yet to come
Reality and fantasy and all the realms connecting the two
Elevating steps caught within our most profound structure, leading us to ourselves.
Life is great, what are you waiting for? You are your own hero.
Endless choices, dreams can be lived, today is your one chance.
This is your journey, live it fully, let your hopes rise like a kite.
You can make a difference, believe in yourself, step outside the shadow.
Don’t wait for a fragile tomorrow. Welcome the new, create yourself a better future.
Keep your head high no matter how hard life is. Don’t live in fear and hesitations, live with passion.
Stand your ground , be brave, you are strong! Now is the time to pick a fight!
“Stand my ground, I wont give in
no more denying, I got to face it
wont close my eyes and hide the truth inside
if I dont make it, someone else will stand my ground …
All I know for sure is im trying
I wïll always stand my ground “
I’ve known you long before the time
when I was losing the number of my pilgrim steps
and their imprint in the dust
on a path whose gates were misty.
resting my soul in a crossroads of sorrow
I found you next to me and deep inside
just to discover that among the thorns of my heart
you are the blooming beauty.
photo: memyselfandela, 2009