"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

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Soul Garden

Amazing thing

this human soul

 

million foes ambush it

thousand adversity winters wash it off

 

yet it rises from hell

blooming again.

 

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22 words & photo- memyselfandela/ adela galasiu , July 2017


cynical love

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Love…  the “climb any mountain, ford any stream” love… the shouting in undying passion for his love kind of love… that sweet and sticky kind of love…

Why was this significant? Well, he was a love-hater just merely half a year ago. He was that person who would roll the eyes at someone like him now, and just say: “Get over it already!!!”.

In fact, he did. He definitely said that very loud to real people in public. Worse yet, he said it to some of his closest friends. His utter disdain for public displays of affection was both ferocious and adamant. Romance felt like a construct rather than an extension of emotional expression. Love seemed like an obligation, a constant game of one-upmanship where the stakes just get higher. Love. What the hell is love, anyway? It’s just a word.

What was it, you might wonder, that turned him…

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Believe

 

seedling

Don’t get me wrong; I enjoy having written.

My silences breed stories.

I translate my dreams and memories, though I often write for others

making their voice sound good.

At the end of each day, I re-visit my thoughts,

straining them, planting them, feeding them.

When I was a child, I believed anything was possible.

I’m now growing that seed in a flowerpot.

 


63 words, Adela Galasiu 2016

Photo: http://littlecottonrabbits.typepad.co.uk/


Spiral

writing-in-sand

I find myself often writing
with a trembling finger on the sand:
mortal finger on eternal sand.

the wind corrects my flaws
adding them to the infinite spiral that has
once recorded all His absolute wisdom.

at the end of time
every grain will be accounted for
while recreating another unique pattern in time.

 


54 words, Adela Galasiu, 2016

Photo: graceinchrist.org, Robert Gray


Silence

silver rivers flow
unbeknown to humanity
till the end of time

at the end of the world
turbines stand still.
silence covers it all

the light punctures
the solid darkness.
minutes to sunset

 

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33 words, Poem and Photography: Adela Galasiu, 2016


Blossoms

Spring blossoms
crushing (neu)roses,
defrosting (syn)apses and dreams.

Flowers explode
in renewed life
from the ancient mud.

Leaves waltz stormy with the light
Bees rest tired feet for a spell
before conquering another petal.

Sit and listen.
be humble. be grateful.
you are. now. alive.

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45 words, Adela Galasiu, May 2016

Photography: Adela Galasiu , April-May 2016

 

 


Purple Rose & Light

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Photo: Purple Rose & Light , Adela Galasiu, March 2016