Unleashed resonance

His words felt like keys to long unopened secret chambers.

How do you recognize a good book?

There are innumerable “good” books which bring no real benefit.

Whenever I read something I look for the perfume in between the words. If I don´t detect the indefinable flavour, I put it aside at once.
A good book or text, appeals to me beyond its words – it exudes a magic energy.

Thus, if something is real, it will seize me right from the first page. I have no time nor patience for languorous words without strong essence.

There is nothing to wait.

Like every good thing, a good book will enthrall you from the very beginning.

You go to my head

These last days I´ve been thinking of this song You go to my head. I find the lyrics hauntingly inspiring, like an enchanting but obstinately lingering rare perfume. A sweet memory of what it can be…:

You go to my head
And you linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning round in my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne

You go to my head
With smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes

Hm, “like a summer with thousand Julys, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes”…This is enthralling…realy…

Have you ever allowed yourself to be intoxicated with a glance like this…? Have you ever allowed Beauty to show you who you are…? Have you?…

Damn, why don´t we write poems and music like this today? Can´t we allow us for a change to be a little more romantic and dreamy, a little less “realistic” but more pragmatically interested in the whispers of our real yearning?…

The nameless perfume

All my life I´ve been dreaming for something that I knew was real, but it didn´t exist…Something eluding, like a vague, sweetly indefinite, timeless perfume. Now, this unutterable secret has found me…

It still has no name…

The master of Forgetfulness

When I am quiet and serene, than The Secret Guest comes and inspires me.

He speaks through fragrance, through joyful silence. His soothing presence is like pouring water. His smile makes all colours rejoice. There is Music in his glance. Gardens in his breath.

He has me drink from the fountain of Oblivion. He speaks low to me, I write his words and then forget.

Yes, He is the master of Forgetfulness.

Life – a magic fleeing moment

To free yourself from every expectation, to forget whatever happened yesterday, last week or last year, to forget even what happened ten minutes ago.

This is Freedom, to empty yourself, constantly, purposely holding on to nothing but this very moment. Incredible creative energy erupts from this very emptiness – it is you face to face with the ineffable you, with this magic fleeing moment.

When you let this emptiness guide you, you are being remembered…It is not you having your memories, you realize in fact that Memory has you. She knows…In this elusive but sharp receptiveness, your prerogative is your attention, your readiness to listen gently, letting the story unfold itself, second by second with no interference. The intricate veils of unknown memory, may show you things in a mazy light you never expected to see…

Be still! If you are not careful enough, a second too early or to late and the connection is gone…the flavour is gone. Know that fragrance can be more trustworthy than your thought, let fragrance guide you with its light step.

Tread slowly, you never know when Perfume comes…

Be empty my friend, cause “sensitive” is to be empty. Sensitive is to be happy. Emptiness is joy, delight…In emptiness you thrive, and your perception will be swift and clear… Then you can discern the indiscernable…

Dare to not know – this is sensitivity. To be sensitive is “listen and let go”, accept meekly and follow this inaudible sound and whisper. The life story seem to make no sense at first, it may open doors where logic has no access, it may show you things you at first
don´t understand. You have to be bold enough to let these whispers show you where to go.

It is just the two of you. You and this unknown voice. You and Life!

Listen!