The Colors Of Sunset

The Colors Of Sunset

The sun feels shame to leave... she turns red, and then she falls grey...
Her will is to keep looking on life, on beauty... but the cycle is taking its way…
She knows that everyone has to go away, even a flower and a blue jay…
Everyone is missing her, as in her absence it is impossible to dance or play…
A cold night is winning the thrown, and the darkness’s fear is forcing every being to pray…
Will she come back tomorrow? Will we have together another day?
If I’m still here when you return, please have a longer stay…
If you don’t find me, just keep looking… I may be somewhere, preparing for you a nice couplet to say…

Ages...

Sleeping on a tree base makes a mixture of feelings and thoughts, which may be so contradictory…
Feeling the highness and imagining the self lowness…
Being proud and in the same time forced to be humble…
Flying with your eyes while your body is touching the soil…

Looking on such a tree, known to be the hugest in the region, may let us learn many facts…
Once one starts to grow, he never stops growing until the last moment…
While growing we become more and more complicated…
We grow to reach the sun, and we never reach it…
With days, we lose power, and she shines with glory…

Eternity is not the fact of having an enormous trunk, or a one million year of age, but it is a walk to the great God that may start with our first breath, and will never be reached until we love without borders…

When The Rain Kissed My Rose…

What may prefer a rain drop when she comes back to earth?
Hitting a hard surface or landing off on a rose petal?
Melting in the thirsty soil or kissing a hungry heart?

How would a rose like the water coming from the sky?
A merciful or just a donator?
A healer or just a doctor?

In medicine, a topical treatment can be beneficial even more than a systemic one…
In life, cooling a tired heart is surely more efficacious than giving a cup of water…

Treat the cause, and don’t be lost in the appearance of things…

Even tears may dehydrate a human being…

The Tears Of Hope

The sadness waves are not stopping hitting the shores…
The destructive wind of anger is yet stifling every form of life…
This endless storm does not want to move away…

Every burnt heart is being smashed roughly each day…
Everyone that resisted has to die more than one million times…
Every scene must be changed by force, with no single way to peace…

Hard seconds maybe felt as days, and months as years…
But there is no eternal darkness… There is no endless sadness…
Do not keep inside you anything but love…
Its seeds (love) will make every heart rise again… and know that the tears of pain are and will be always the ones of hope…

Our Shadow…

When the life projects her lines toward our bodies, the shadow reflects what every soul is thinking about…
If the sun rises in front of us, the problems walk behind… and we forget about them…
If the sun shines from behind, the problems walk in front of us… and we may fall down because we don’t stop looking at them, and wondering how they are even bigger than ourselves…
We forget that we are always the same persons… and that everything depends on how we walk (think and act)…
Walking with the stream means running away from the life… while believing in our weakness, confirmed by what we see and feel…
Walking against that stream means just the true meaning of living …
Don’t be surprised to know that happiness and sadness both exist in power and weakness…

Don’t say I can’t do it! Use the holy wings, given to you since the first breath, and fly toward the sun…Don’t be afraid… just turn 180 degrees around yourself and see the truth…

Life Is Beautiful!

You may see beautiful scenes from around the world, but always remember, around you there is many things that are more beautiful... maybe a small flower... maybe a soft breeze... maybe a smile on the face of your child, brother, sister... life is beautiful (anyway we dont have another choice), but everything depends on how we taste it...
For me, touching her hand is the most beautiful...
For her, the most beautiful is seeing me eating from her hand...
But, these are not the only beautiful things... almost everything is beautiful because she simply exists... and she exists because I do so... and I exist because she does so...
As you see, life is complicated... but still so beautiful...