by Lolo | Aug 5, 2016 | Uncategorized
The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
by Lolo | Aug 5, 2016 | Uncategorized
hm ..yes just want to pass the message …
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk
too much; love too seldom and lie too often. We’ve learned how to make
a living, but not a life; we’ve added years to life, not life to
years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble
crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We’ve conquered outer
space, but not inner space; we’ve done larger things, but not better
things; we’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we’ve split
the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less; plan more, but accomplish less; we make
faster planes, but longer lines; we learned to rush, but not to wait;
we have more weapons, but less peace; higher incomes, but lower
morals; more parties, but less fun; more food, but less appeasement;
more acquaintances, but fewer friends; more effort, but less success.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, but
short character; steep in profits, but shallow relationships. These
are times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure and less
fun; higher postage, but slower mail; more kinds of food, but less
nutrition. These are days of two incomes, but more divorces; these are
times of fancier houses, but broken homes.
Bless you all. Choose right.
by Lolo | Aug 5, 2016 | Love
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I’m not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said ” it’s me.”
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It’s possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew…
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning
and say “good-night, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out…then come home to be with me.
by Lolo | Aug 3, 2016 | Love
Sometimes we need to realise more …..
Ana’s Nin : A woman seriously ahead of her time. In Spain they say “los muertos nos enseñan a vivir” something to the effect of “the dead teach us how to live”. The longer you live and the more people you loose, the more you realize the truth in these words. Planning on making the most of our time tomorrow
What a world it would be if we were just to live the truth of the following sentence ..
Might I become so Wise and Loving as not just to recognize the wisdom of this but to actively live it too..
“The secret of a full life is to live and relate to others as if they might not be there tomorrow, as if you might not be there tomorrow. It eliminates the vice of procrastination, the sin of postponement, failed communications, failed communions. This thought has made me more and more attentive to all encounters. meetings, introductions, which might contain the seed of depth that might be carelessly overlooked. This feeling has become a rarity, and rarer every day now that we have reached a hastier and more superficial rhythm, now that we believe we are in touch with a greater amount of people, more people, more countries. This is the illusion which might cheat us of being in touch deeply with the one breathing next to us. The dangerous time when mechanical voices, radios, telephones, take the place of human intimacies, and the concept of being in touch with millions brings a greater and greater poverty in intimacy and human vision.”
― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947
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by Lolo | Aug 3, 2016 | Love
If you follow me a bit you know by now I paint on intuition , yes sounds weird & hazy! But it is true , so I take the paint in whatever color I grab, I start to put the paint on the canvas, the brushes or the knife makes the movements of the thick paint.. after a while a story unfolds .I see what I see, you see what you see. If it is one of my stories just lived, it might ,sometimes the answer to that comes later as a little Eureka moment ..Aha .. !
