"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Archive for February 14, 2013

Happy Valentines Day

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For My Beloved Readers

I give all of you the honey,
the dew and the tears,
the sweetness in flowers
and color in life.

My beloved hummingbirds
each night I feed you with
drops of my soul
and my thoughts.

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memyselfandela, 2013


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Moment

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Never Forget

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Cookie of the day

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Did you smile today?

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Thought

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Thousand

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a thousand lives, a thousand dark nights
of solitude
yet you live in your own dimension, my love

a thousand thoughts, a thousand bitter tears
of pain
yet you stumble upon your own desires.

a thousand sighs, a thousand battered eons
of silence
yet you will find me only if you choose to.

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memyselfandela, 2013


Rose

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the night crystallizes truths
despite of all the imperfections
in the crevasses of my broken soul
left at the end of the day with
raw images of degradation and fragments
from fights of silent dragons and demons,
of humans rifted in the damnation to feel only nothingness
because they have nothing holy in their soul,
though they deserve angel shapes.

truly pure love is the one
that gives itself whole, without  judgement,
with no hope of reward
with complete oblivion of all fruits and all joy,
of all gratification, of all praise and ego.
the one that does not build temples for
his self satisfaction, his wisdom or nobleness.
this love is the condescendent eye
on all creature, the rose that blooms in the winter frost.

there’s no way above this nightmare
that is at the same time lesson and life
but to give love to all, without any expectation.
no angels walk on this ground,
they must leave us so we can make our own choices.
there’s no oneness but the one
we freely give to stranger and foe.
there’s no wholeness but love,
and if you don’t have it, give it
and if you can’t imagine it, create it.

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200 words, memyselfandela, 2013