mind stimulating morning guests

After saying good morning to the pigeons knocking on my window with their beaks I checked the first drawer, it was not there, then pulled the third one, NO! Such a mess I thought, I should tidy up these sometime soon. I was about to get drowned into the second drawer, there was almost everything except what I was looking for: a long forgotten dream...but I still remember how it felt...
Yes! Mind is a console table with bottemless-well-like drawers...

volcano

where is my chalk

where are those old streets

bamboozling,

full of flossy dreams

and children playing

hopscothing

with purple cheeks

and ignited eyes

where is my chalk

let me draw a pattern

transcrossing

with memories

tuff-ing

lav(a)ing

agglomerating

http://radioblogclub.com/open/134156/damien_rice/damien_rice_-_Volcano

Mind drifting between two pages

She poured coffee on the 46th page of her final draft script, "thank God there is something called softcopy" she thought. She dried the page with a towel that had red stains on it. She had finally decided to dye her hair red the other day. If someone asked why she already had so many quick answers ready such as:
1- My head is mourning for the blood being shed everyday on the world,
2- It is autumn, did not want the leaves feel alone leaving the life,
3- Chose to turn on the "stop" light for fast approachers coz I am currently in a room of my life on the door of which it says: "no-men"!

and the last one brought some irrelevant latin phrases to her mind: nomen nudum, nomen dubium...

"nudum" or "dubium" what kind of a name should I pick as the title she started to think deeply while sipping the rest of the coffee...then she found the 47th page on her lap waiting in the queue to be read for the 5th time...

Title? Why not 47!! If someone asked she already had so many quick answers ready...

White rabbit - black rabbit

"It is not like pulling a rabbit out of your hat boy! It is like making a camel jump over a ditch! You gotto have the guts!.." the blind beggar whispered to the young man while he was leaving some coins in the dirty mug on the ground.

"You have to hear those that she chooses not to put into words, only your mercy can make things easier" the beggar continued murmuring as the young man walked away with a more loaded mind...

"And she will fly away if she feels she is not sweeter than honey for you!" His last words fell on the young man's ears as sprinkles of a tired scream just before he crossed the street and disappeared among the pedestrians.

Magnum Opus

Lets see what Wiki has to say today:

The Great Work (Latin: Magnum opus) is a term which originated in medieval European alchemy which refers to the successful completion of the transmutation of base matter into gold or the creation of the philosopher's stone. It has subsequently been used as a metaphor for spiritual transformation in the Hermetic tradition.

It has three stages:

nigredo(-putrefactio), blackening(-putrefaction): individuation, purification, burnout of impureness (referring to Sol Niger in alchemy)

albedo, whitening: spiritualisation, enlightenment

rubedo, reddening: unification of man with god, unification of the limited with the unlimited.

~~~
(Familiar words...when I think of Sufism in Islam)

Hosting the night with eyes wide open

Silence is NOT golden all the time
and
Butterflies' wings get heavy sometime
and the Music
is not very helpful this time...

Who knows? Not me!

http://radioblogclub.com/open/142161/nirvana/Nirvana_-_The_Man_Who_Sold_The_World

Ooooneee

Twooooo

Threeeeeeee!!

Held ma breath and jummmpppeeed in!!

(Could still hear the music playing)

Internally Breathing

"You've got beautiful hands" he said, "you should play piano"...The drums were already playing in her heart for no one had touched her hand so slowly till then...


http://radioblogclub.com/open/127784/leonard_cohen/Leonard_Cohen_-_I_m_Your_Man

http://radioblogclub.com/open/94303/natacha_atlas_best_of/natacha_atlas_-_best_of

http://radioblogclub.com/open/94303/astor_piazolla/Astor_Piazolla_-_Por_una_Cabeza

http://radioblogclub.com/open/94303/cesaria_evora/cesaria-evora

Ear and Voice

"...The significance of man is not in what he attains, but rather in what he longs to attain.

Some of us are like ink and some like paper.
And if it were not for the blackness of some of us, some of us would be dumb;
And if it were not for the whiteness of some of us, some of us would be blind.

Give me an ear and I will give you a voice.

Our mind is a sponge; our heart is a stream.
Is it not strange that most of us choose sucking rather than running?..."


From "Sand and Foam" by Khalil Gibran
http://www-personal.umich.edu/~jrcole/gibran/sandfoam/sandfoam.htm

making films

"I make films thinking that life is beautiful."

Kim Ki-duk

eating music salad at 2:43am

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0R7ZAGb6P0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfjIYwaL6TQ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lo1SiVwVqic&feature=related

Ship Journey

Your brown, wooden suitcase got here before you arrived and so did your scent... I was wondering if they still make those suitcases in 21st century. There was a navy blue sweater and a couple more things in it...

suits, leather briefcases and brandy watches

Most of us are like bugs, far less useful than the tea boy whose eyes I am so embarrassed to look at...We are fake heroes wearing superman costumes...how tiny! Swimming, floating, struggling in the sea assuming we are the distributers of the water. Yes, we are bugs!


http://radioblogclub.com/open/110361/calexico/Calexico_-_The_Crystal_Frontier

music music!...

http://radioblogclub.com/open/44002/saint_marie/Piano_Magic-Saint_Marie


"If you have a fountain, shut it up. Let even a fountain have a rest." Kozma Prutkov