Reality never lends itself to words
2013/03/22 Leave a comment
Every single word is a lie.
What difference does it really make?
2013/03/11 Leave a comment
Writing or not writing…?
Sometimes it´s really painful to realize that whatever I write
makes no real difference.
Yet…
It is meaningless to write, but it is even more meaningless Not to write.
Trapped and cheated
2013/03/04 Leave a comment
She writes incessantly.
Whatever she says is
seemingly right
and true.
You can sense wisdom in her lines.
You can sense a strong yearning to reach out.
And yet…
She is a perfect stranger to her words.
After reading her, you feel estranged too…
You have the eery feeling
of being left out of yourself.
What makes a real writer
2013/02/28 Leave a comment
A single dot or comma can make the whole difference between life or death…
Only the one knowing this, is the real writer.
Just A Word
2013/02/15 6 Comments
Could you write a whole book with A SINGLE WORD?
Hardly probable…- yet if your writing is to come through,
every word must feel like The Only Word.
Intelligence is not afraid of mistakes
2013/02/14 2 Comments
Her words were so winning and charming, yet she felt an urge to excuse herself:
“So many typos…forgive my idiotic writing in my email.
I don’t proofread as much because an email is less formal and I don’t spend hours editing it, I just free write.”
Me:
Who cares about typos as long as there is emotion and vivid intention behind words…?
I see so many writing skillfully, yet there is a vehement lack in their texts – no substance, no life…NO LIVING PURPOSE…
I love mistakes – yes, they are oftentimes more pinpointing than something “rightly” done.
Indeed, fools are always afraid of mistakes, you see them everywhere – people lacking intelligence, taking themselves too seriously.
For sure, the one who is not afraid of mistakes is more open-minded, more prone to grow, question and discover…
There is no answer to get unless you asked in advance
2013/01/12 Leave a comment
heartflow2013:
Sometimes I wonder about what I put out on these “blogs” – but then I end up trusting that the right ones will find what is for them – the others will pass by unaware…
Me:
I was thinking about this earlier tonight:
There is no answer for the one who doesn´t ask.
The ones who “see”, are the ones who DARE to pose (appropriate) questions, and these
are the people we write and eagerly address to…
I take it again: unless you question there is no answer to get…
The questionless will pass unaware…
I am not fiction and neither are you
2012/12/14 Leave a comment
SimplySimplisticComplexities:
“Peace isn’t fictional place. Neither are your words. I feel exactly what you are saying though. I don’t know if the things I am doing are mistakes, or not. I don’t know if anyone understands that. I know your questions have helped me. Hear that! It would be nice to get some honest clear feedback though at times.
So whatever you choose, thanks for the words.”
Me:
I share the same feeling:
“I don’t know if the things I am doing are mistakes, or not. I don’t know if anyone
understands that.”
Who knows…?
Maybe it´s wrong not to be totally selfish, interested only in your petty and inane undertaking.
Maybe it is wrong to hope for a new inner and outer space, some kind of new context
of Openness, Love and Free Unbiased Communication in which we all partake,
and from which we all get nourished.
Maybe it is likewise naive and wrong to believe in generosity, beauty and abundance, when everyone else is engaged in rancor, animosity, ugliness, harsh competition, struggle for resources and frustrated egotism…
I for one, cannot live with this “right” outlook on life. Not only when it comes to this,
but generally, I prefer to be “wrong” but alive.
We have to learn the hard lesson of being really honest with ourselves.
Naked honesty as to WHO WE ARE AND WANT TO BE.
If we are to remain unhappy – because we are afraid to give something, hiding behind
our ego´s walls -, or happy, giving freely of ourselves, tearing down our limits.
Yes, it is about Where we stand towards each other, in generosity or stinginess.
Without real feedback we can´t go further, it´s really pointless.
YOUR WORDS MOVE ME. You speak from a place of honesty inside of you. Yes, I do hear you…
I hear the same kind of thoughts in me too…
For the record, I have to tell you that your comment here, is among the most worth-while words I ever received – again, because you speak from your heart.
For the one living in constant war with life, Peace is fiction, something to be shunned… For the one choosing equilibrium and true emotion, my words – and yours too – may be a pointer to What Is…
Let us ponder on this together
2012/12/14 2 Comments
Says Heidi:
Children are immediate, brutally honest, totally in the moment.
Words and actions are not filtered.
Where do we go wrong from childhood to adulthood?
