I am a wooden floor

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They love you, or they hate you.
They can laugh. They can cry.
They can even throw up.
That's how you make them feel.

Invisible landscapes

a word is like a dance,
a drama -
silent stream
it's going up
and down
and vowels in between

a word is like a shot -
a piece of glass which
is broken
it's sticky tricky playful
and sounding like a pain

it's cosy cloud
running
slowly
above your head

a summer rain
a snow -
ice.

a rainbow.
a wind.

tree leafs,
which whisper loud.

it's like a kiss -
so sweet and sudden,

surprising
killing
raising

awak'ning from
a dream.

Life is full of surprises...

...isn't it?

you get again a question...?

All that
it happens for a reason
we get to understand
about
who we are
and
what we do
and
where we go

it happens to remember
a history behind
the reason we are here
on Earth

in each and every mind

it makes us feel awake
to hear a voice
inside
to tell to everyone
at first to tell
yourself
the truly purpose
of
a Life.

Butterfly in Blue

Some days I just went. Some days I was stacked under the rain. Some days it was snowing and it was cold. Some days I just could not find myself. But than, I went. The road was long, and sometimes I got a feeling that I just follow it. Some stones made me feel pain, - and than I cried. I cried, and teardrops were falling down, to the ground with a sound which could make mountains to move and clouds go above my head with a very high speed. Sometimes I got this thought in my head - I never seen such a long road before...and in the same time I thought - a day is too short to go the distance I want.. so I will be able to reach the end, before my time is gone. I went alone, but I didn't feel lonely...I was meeting sunrise. Alone. And I followed the sun. Sunset was always beautiful. Any place I were. And it was different. Any place I were. As clouds as well. I was watching these clouds' formations and never stopped being amazed how beautiful these are. Miracle creations. Still I was alone. I wondered, if there is a someone I can share this sunrise. Sunset. Moon. Air. Ocean. This way. And than, I was running. I was running as if it would be the Hell following me by my steps. I was running under rain and through the forest, I was running too fast... - until I was tired so I fell a sleep at once, right after sunset. And the last thing I saw before I fell into the World of Dreams, was a Moon - Big and Blue....I don't know how long time I slept. I don't know how much time I dreamt. I don't know how much time I went. I don't remember where was the start and where will be the end. But suddenly I opened my eyes, and I felt I was not alone anymore. It was silent. This sparkling silence made me feel pain in my ears by feeling all frequencies around me. It was a fucking loud sparkling silence...
And than I saw a Butterfly. One more Butterfly! I was not alone anymore. I thought I have seen her somewhere and I knew her, but I was so sure I never met her before! But since we went together this way, crossed Time ..went through formations of Clouds, were burned by Sun, and frozen as an Ice when it was Blue Cold... I stopped running. I started just being. I didn't feel time anymore. There was only Space and Butterflies. I heard them all. And silence was sparkling. But not that loud anymore. There was no Time and no Rush. There was only Music - Its invisible structure with its invisible threads, Space, Sun...Moon...and Rain...and Butterflies.

Рождество

Какого оно цвета, это Рождество?

-спросил меня маленький племянник. Хм, этот вопрос поставил меня в явное затруднение. Действительно, а какого же оно цвета, это Рождество?
Ведь ответ, он не может быть только одним. Ответ лежит в сердце каждого из нас...также как и то, что мы можем сказать - это Рождество!-толко тогда когда мы впустим его и эту светлоту в наше сердце. Тогда когда мы открываем свое серце любви, к окружающим и окружающих к нам..любви ко всему что нас окружает,-то что мы видим и то чего не видим...той любви, которую испытывал Иисус когда он был распят. Ведь Рождество, это не только красивий праздник, Роздество это не причина для подарков и пожертвований..все это мы можем сделать в любой день года, толко почему то забываем, находим отговорки, для самих себя..ссылаясь на загруженную повседневность..Рождественская ночь самая драгоценная ночь в году, именно в нее пришел Иисус в наш мир, и уже тогда было предопределено что его кровь будет пролита на голгофском кресте. Мне кажется стоит помнить об этом именно в Рождество, чтоб помнить о том, что Наша жизнь,-она недолговечна, она летит как минута, всего лишь маленькая крупинка в массе века времени...зачем терять это драгоценное время и ждать следущего Рождества чтоб сделать подарок вашим близким и сказать им о том как вы их любите и уважаете. ...
Я нашла ответ на вопрос какого цвета Рождество для меня. Для меня это не только цвет, но и форма, чувство, воспоминания, и наверное ожидания. попутно я еще обнаружила, что не бывает несовершенных елок, все они совершенны, потому что каждая елка из наших воспоминаний, и та что стоит дома, она несет нам намного больше чем просто форма и запах, она дает нам множество эмоций, радости в нашем сердце и глазах наших детей, ожидание чего-то волшебного, искящийся смех близких и радость..поэтому нет несовершенних елок. Есть ненастоящие, но несовершенных нет, как нет и несовершенной любви...С Рождеством! И пусть ваше сердце будет открыто любви, радости и добру!!

 

...words...

When you cannot use the words, music says...

http://www.autismsupportnetwork.com/news/feeding-hungry-brain-music-autism-2321452

http://psychcentral.com/news/2010/03/18/treat-alcoholism-and-depression-together/12231.html

--> airports and train stations

A visible place in between a past and a future
a dream and a reality, at once
a noise and a silence, at the same time

the place which can change you life totally
just in 30 min waiting

a strange place within absolutely normal frames.

the place where the connections normally invisible
come to visible in the form of a building
which you find yourself within,- as your present moment

many ways - from past to future
many people passing by,

running, sitting, going, scrolling

from past to future
but rarely realising it.

to You

Thank you, my friend,
for your honest words.
I needed them yesterday.

Thank you,
for your open heart -
i appreciate it so highly.

Thank you,
for your sincerety,

you are always the one
who opens my eyes,
who says me the truth,
not the things which
could make me feel good,
but would be fake.

Thank you,
for that you appear
when i really need it most.

Thank you,
for loving me as i am,
and letting me know
about that.

Thank you,
for being just you,
a real person.