Right now
I feel strong
I feel clear
Right now
I can see
See the sea
See ourselves
See you
And even more
I see me
Right now
Words are flying
In emotions
And love is natural
Love for yourself
And sharing
Seems so simple
Right now
We are in a moment
Of transition
And I am here
Right now
It was in maybe in October last year, when I saw Marina Abramovic’s book ‘Walk Through Walls’ here on the bookshelves of a store in Sao Paulo. The Portuguese title is ‘Pelas Paredes: Memórias de Marina Abramovic’. And I got it first as a present for someone else, but after reading the first page, I just wasn’t ready to give it away yet.
I have to admit, I am only half-way through but it is more of a bible of how to life your life supposedly ‘wrong’ in terms of how society works and how each step leads to bigger personal insights and development. It is a book, I just can’t read fast, because of all the implied information and the connection to my own personal story here and there. Her words are one of my many teachers.
The descriptive style is engaging, moving and not boring in any way. I guess, I will need another couple of months to finish it, but I already wanted to share this with you. Great work and my gratitude to a person who is capable of sharing.
Roles and expectations
Dreaming light
Almost awake
Almost meditating
Dreams of the past
The present and the future
Hundreds of thoughts
And some doubts too
Replaying situations
Looking for absolution
And a path of truth
To walk into existence
The way it’s been meant to be
A unique walk
Just meant for me
And the sun has set
Stopped burning me
Refreshing winds
Try to embrace me
Understanding is giving
Giving up is giving
Observing is learning
An open heart is…
Don’t know yet.
Deep blue or slight turquoise
Life in a beautifully destined style
Still within a scope of options
Sky blue with white shadows
The illusion of limitless
Yet inspiring and reflecting from above
And me in the middle
Wondering where and what my options are
And how many borders I yet have to cross
The wind blows faster
through the colorful corridor
Invites you to seek for his origins
Somewhere at the seaside
More than an hour away
People come to a quiet and calming place
To make it loud and agitated
Children scream and parents shout
Adults start talking louder
I guess that’s the way it is
when you have more than one child
Oh, dear wind! Don’t give up on blowing
refreshing my mind
and trying to bring back calmness
into this colored corridor
Sometimes we walk
through life
unlearn to see the scars
we got while together
‘n just go ahead
and smile at each other
forgetting the fact
that our little walk
takes place on a vulcano
which isn’t sleeping
Found on Displate.com
Just one of these nights
but rarer and rarer
Carmenére and green tea
You wish you could do the same
at this very moment
Just walk out
walk the streets
mix your feelings
let the memories come
but you live in the wrong city
you’re living in a secret prison
you’re being maybe a secret person
nights come and cover
and homes become cages
and wandering souls
only keep wandering in their own minds.
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Kika
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Photo by Aletha-YF
This poem was written for my brother-in-law and his beautiful wife. They got married in December and this is what came to my mind.
Love’s Stages
