I’d choose you

(The moment that Santiago meets Fatima in “The Alchemist”)
Because, when you know that language, it’s easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it’s in the middle of the desert or in some great city.

And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant.

There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for everyone person in the world.

Without such love, one’s dreams would have no meaning. 

“Maktub”, thought the boy.

~ The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho

And in your words, two parts of a loving whole, two hearts and a single soul.

My Sea to Your Shore

Like sea to the shore.

High tide, low tide.

Up close. Far away.

Ebb and flow.

Love is knowing that there are bright days and dark nights.

Love is knowing that oceans exist because there are shores.

Fields of Gold

“I never made promises lightly

And there have been some that I’ve broken 

But I swear in the days still left

We’ll walk in fields of gold

We’ll walk in fields of gold”

Written by Gordon Sumner (Sting)

Harbinger

Harbinger

noun

a person or thing that announces or signals the approach of another

She would declare them harbingers. Every single one of them.

 

Only this time, she knew it was not possible.

There will be no more. There will be no others.

 

 

 

Good Morning

All they had left were a few simple words.

A few simple words were all that they needed.

Time, give me time.

Time is all we’ve got.

And time is all we can give.

If someone can’t even give you their time, you know you’re not important to them.

If someone says, I do care but I’m just too busy, that’s just fucking horseshit.

#FHS #fuckinghorseshit  #notsoluminous

 

Impermanence 

Take out the flowers

Throw out the dirty water

Rinse out the vase

Put it away

René Ricard (1979-1980)
Everyday is a new day.
How cliché. How true.

Except I dried those flowers and locked them in a state of semi-permanence.

Cherry blossoms and its impermanence are a cruel but beautiful reminder of how fickle, fragile and finite our emotions can be. As we watch them wilt and scatter, we stand and gaze with the hope of seeing the same beauty and magnificence again one day. We cannot do the same for certain things in life. 

This René Ricard poem. Its brutal simplicity speaks such truth.

A mundane act of cleaning out a vase could hold such significance.

Either that, or I am being overly dramatic and sensitive these days. Fucking hormones. And general exhaustion.

Noise and Peace

Sometimes the noisiest places can offer the most peace.

Tonight I managed to work quietly on my own in a blues bar blasting Eric Clapton.

I hope you managed to find peace in this noise.