Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Tea toasting

Buffalos, storks, reeds
and water lilies
peacefully share
a flooded forest

while my heart
can hardly host
joy, longing and hope
even with the help
of freshly brewed tea

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Goodbye Ideologies

Scents of flowers are the same as before. Color of dusk and dawn, the noise of a nutcracker on duty, the moon's slow, rhythmic dance...the same as before. The way lovers look at each other, taste of tears and sweat, a cat's stretching, peach blossoms, leaves falling, water splashing, a snake undressing...all the same.

Do we, humans change? Yes and no. People commit murder and save lives, they make love and make wars, they steal, oppress and they give presents, help others...the same as before. Yet excuses, motivations, justifications change...

We see modern ideologies evaporating day by day from the world stage. Ideas, human conditions, world views, theories and beliefs are so much circulated, exchanged through the wires, cables, signals that it becomes visible that they are not too different from each other, that whatever the envelops would be, "good" and "bad" are, have always been, the same. Just and unjust, cruelty and grace...simple as that. A Kazakh boy can play chess on the net with a Lithuanian girl, not even seeing each other. A Costarican and an Afghan can vote for a cause against an unjust detention in some country at the very same time without noticing one another.

Of course the residue of once-worshipped ideologies is still there and blurs the reality but at least no mass destruction can try to hide behind the skirts of any single ideology. Does that prevent atrocities, like killing of 80000 people in 2 years? Unfortunately, no.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Crying Under Sheep Placenta

"Regrets are a waste of time. They're the past crippling you in the present." says a light-soul-actress with a thick faux fur around her neck partially covering her bare chest...

I consider myself lucky, by the way, to live in the age of camera. Lots of faux lives parade before my eyes constantly reminding me of the life itself and that there are magic moments in each day, maybe more some days, just like this epiphany received in a most awkward situation:

While trying to prove that spring stopped by my face, under a facial mask made of sheep placenta, it actually settled in my heart replacing some tears that had long been waiting for a rendezvous with my eyes.

Yes, there is a giggling truth in this!  Cashmere touch of an unexpected rush of joy...

The idea of letting go of everything and realizing the real, naked beauty of life, the universe, the creation lightens me up.

There is a refreshing manifestation in this!

A newborn baby with plump lips,
tulip petals, wild strawberries and

submission...