Dicovery of the action

Peace and happiness are like the day and the dreams. While accepting what I’m  experiencing I rest in sunlight till time comes to close my eyes for the dreams could recover me from the tiredness of the day. The happiness is a state of sleeping in the presence of all my expectations, longings and visualizations.  Thus I wander around the world and nothing is impossible to do … while sleeping. In other words, the night of the disabled ends with just fabulous dawn. Yet the fantasies end then too. 

It is hard to accept the personal impotency to do anything at the awakening.  The comprehension of my inability to impact my reality anyhow helps me accept what I became in spite of the fact that the living as the dependant never was my goal. However, does any flower wanted to wither? …Thus my mind calms down the heart , and I  enjoy again the luck to wait for the time of dreams where the happiness never ends.

I see, my being and the beauty of my visions have nothing in common, yet that truth heals up my thoughts. I don’t curse my destiny but thank her for remaining alive … and the thanksgiving rewards: I discover lots of activities that fit even to the sick. Foe example, I can try not spot this post with weeping for my impotency. I can put a period. That means I am not the needless. Wow, isn’t it fine? 

the magical power of our choice

“Words of kindness are more powerful than cruel swords“… Our word of mouth should look the same in spite of the fact that the reality forces us to think otherwise as we become confronted with our page rank dependence on the decision of the search engines. Google or Yahoo looks omnipotent then. However, the cruel swords too look sharper than the words of kindness, but does that change anything in essence? No. The reality proves the wiliness (temporality) of outward form, and thus wise sayings awaken our consciousness.  We name them the thought provoking words and they are such indeed. While just reading of the maxims warns by bringing us at the wall, the wise sayings uplifts (comforts and inspires) by showing the beauty that becomes ours at a moment we pass an exam and choose the light as our leader. Our smile means the acceptance of the power of the beauty that is just inseparable  from the eternal happiness.

the miraculous healing

When dark thoughts afflict, don’t be sad blog runs to help. I read the proposal and my ego was forgotten. Hot greetings to the unknown passerby came out of itself, and thus I was healed from pity for self. Don’t miss the wonderful Cut | Paste | Print | Share project, dear blogers.

Just minute ago, my drafts were not so optimistic…

I love books on philosophy. Lots of wise sayings may be found here. Oops!… my hurry to announce these proverbially news forced me mix up the proper order of events. Therefore I am discovering myself in a total mess at a moment. I see that we cant allow any circumstances force us forget the top priority of greetings at meeting one other. I understand that now, but can my knowledge change the past?

Hi, dear bloggers. Thank you for your patience with me. What do you think? Can I name the above truth as some sort of writing, or should throw down the mask of an artist and honestly confess my impotency to live without you?

the secret of the closed eyes

This post was inspired by the article that was read by me today.  Though it consisted just of few words, but I read them as the perfect definition of my whole experience and rejoiced over the poetry that filled my heart while reading. Therefore let me quote that wonder in full text. I want to share my blogging discoveries and hope you all will join our fiesta.

Amazing Eyes

Can you read this?

If you can’t, close your eyes almost 90% and you can actually read it.

wow, we are to close our eyes for to see better.  That may sound like the nonsense, but it is enough to look at the picture above for the truth will gave you a good shake.  When I closed my eyes, the breathing of the earth threw down the mask of the metaphor and the grass from underfoot became the best singer I have ever heard.

While applauding to the life, I have grasped the mechanics of my own artworks. That confession may sound strangely, but our deeds and the comprehension of the own handworks are too different things.  All my pictures have appeared in a state of the closed eyes. Joscorpian’s post Amazing Eyes helped me to put my emotions in words.

Dear Joscorpian,  you say “To realize the value of a friend, Lose one.” That the truth, and therefore I feel myself doubly happy, because  I’m convinced our pen friendship will not need that proof, but flourish and our comments on each other post will serve us as the magical road stick that will transform the obstacles on our road into the smell of the flowers.

What’s the goal of the writing

In the beginning … all words were nice. They all voiced well and the sentences conveyed the truth. Unfortunately, this report covered the story with a lie ultimately. The truth started each sentence, but the grammar rules doted the i’s and crossed the t’s . Thus a dot became a king and limited the power of the words to depict the infinity for the prejudices could occupy the garden and the night could enter the heaven … Was that the goal? Why did everything happen thus?

While the Seven Wonders of the World sits back us in awe towards the majesty of the creation, the trash by the road snuff out our look expressive of hope. As a result, not the gratitude but curse on other composes our menu, and the blaming other for the personal misfortunes becomes the main daily news.

When greetings to the stranger are classified as waste of time, not the candles but nuclear power-stations provide the light to the world. Thus the criticism has changed the romanticism and we approached the darkness. The litters underfoot spotted the dreams of the world … It is easy to continue this enumeration; however, does anybody need the mourning?

Let’s try to rewrite all the above in more sunny mood. So, once upon a time … I too was THERE… You do not need listen to me; you can see THAT for yourself – my artworks witness me in the museum. And thus my pictures will always welcome the viewers there…In other words, do I have the right to complain for my living in out of cash and without the credit card? No. I haven’t it. Such boasting would look even uglier than the weeping in spite of all proofs.

Wow, the joyful report distorted the truth more than prior sad overview of the history. That’s the real abracadabra. However, though my confusion was painful indeed, it was the beneficial. I was helped to shift from the begging for the help to promote my blog to the questioning of the meaning of life. Thank you for the reading of my diary, for your participation in my recovery. While thinking about you, I reminded my archives and was glad to reprint the photos above. The pictures are old, but they raise up the questions anew. Does there is nothing new under the sun indeed? What do you think?