duminică, 31 mai 2009
Lumina
vineri, 22 mai 2009
Sa ne asumam doar ce tine de noi
joi, 21 mai 2009
Realitatea(2)
duminică, 17 mai 2009
Ginduri in proverbe(1)
sâmbătă, 16 mai 2009
Conferinta Internationala de Terapii Complementare (Iasi - 2009)
Zilele acestea la Iasi se desfasoara Conferinta Internationala de Terapii Complementare (Iasi - 2009). E un eveniment care merita vizitat, si din programul variat sigur puteti gasi lucruri care sa va incinte inima si sufletul, indiferent de probleme si ginduri :)
joi, 14 mai 2009
Porniri ce necesita constientizare
marți, 12 mai 2009
Mult sau prea mult
Si cind deja prea mult am spus,
Nicicind ne-asteptind raspuns
Acel ceva, adinc ascuns
Ramine si mai nepatruns
Si de privirea pixelata
Ce-i aparent ingindurata
Sopteste-usor, fara cuvinte,
Ramii si simte
Si de cuvinte spuse-n zbor
Se pierd usor, in lumea lor
Semantica asociata
E tocmai ceea ce ne-mbata
Si ce se-ntimpla cind rasar
Ginduri multiple, cu-n tipar
Necunoscut si dur acum
Ce impiedica al nostru drum?
Cadem usor si tulburati,
Privim pierdut si-adinc miscati
Lumina-n suflet ne dorim,
O da... in inim-o gasim!
De visuri treze poleita
Adinci procese creatoare
Provoaca-noastra sublimare
In aer, in pamint, in soare
Ne regasim fara-ncetare
Ne pierdem insa uneori
Si iti pierzi sansa ca sa zbori
Orice privire s-a pierdut
Orice cuvint a disparut
Si chiar si timpul-nselator
Provoaca dor
Si ce ramine ne-ntrebam?
Cind parti de dor, dispar usor
Inlocuite din decor
De lucruri seci si care mor?
Pasim usor si temator
De dragul nostru, a tuturor
Ca sa scapam de-acest decor
Intr-un adinc si dulce zbor.
Posibil
sâmbătă, 9 mai 2009
Saritura si zbor
joi, 7 mai 2009
Star Trek (mai 2009)
Secretul Doctorului Honigberger
Picatura
The Road Less Traveled (Kit McCallum)
How often we must bear the challenges of life; The endless roller coaster between happiness and sorrow; The constant ups and downs of daily strife. And always the question remains .... why? Life is not an easy road for most; It twists and turns with many forks in the road, Although always, and inevitably, we are given a choice ... Do we turn to the right ... or the left? Do we take the high road ... or the low road? Do we take the easy path ... or the difficult one? Decisions are not easy for those struggling for direction ... And sometimes the many choices and signs become overwhelming. While standing at a crossroads in life, The urge is to take the most comfortable path; The road with least resistance ... The shortest or most traveled route. And yet, if we've been down that comfortable road before; Have gleaned its lessons in life, and learned from our experiences; Do we yet again follow the known? Or does our destiny lie in another direction? The fear of the road less traveled is tangible and all too real; It manifests itself in many ways, And tends to cloud the issues that might otherwise be clear. It is in these times of confusion, That we must seek peace and solitude; Time to contemplate on our life, Our experiences and our choices past; Time to look back, and reflect on what we have learned Without fear or confusion. For only each of us knows our own personal thoughts; Our unique past and personal history; The experiences that brought us to the crossroads we now face. We can always learn a small degree from others experiences, And yet ... no one person can walk in our shoes, Others know not, the trials and tribulations faced in private ... For each is individual ... unique ... and personal. And that is why ... while standing at a crossroads, Only "we" can formulate the decision for ourselves; The true direction that lies within; The choices we must deliberate on with clarity and wisdom. For it is only through personal reflection, That we can now choose our destiny; ... Our next adventure; ... And the future we will embrace. |
vineri, 1 mai 2009
Dream Poem
Sursa: http://www.poetseers.org/themes/poems_about_dreams/
Once in the dream of a night I stood
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Excerpt from: Song of a Dream
Sarojini Naidu