Being a Bird

There is a middle point on the way,which a man having such a fate cannot remember later without being moved; a pale, fine light and sunny happiness are characteristic of it,

a feeling of birdlike freedom, birdlike perspective, birdlike arrogance,some third thing in which curiosity and tender contempt are united.

No longer chained by hatred or love, one lives without a Yes, without a No, voluntarily near,voluntarily far, most preferably slipping away, avoiding, fluttering on, gone again, flying upward again.

If you want to live as a free spirit, you can't be too attached to anyone or anything.You have go to live your life as a wanderer. It's difficult and lonely, but it's your task, your secret destiny. You can't be chained up to hatred and love like other people. You gotta live like a bird, fluttering here and there, flying upward, without any uncertainties. You have to live without yes, without no...

Can we really live our lives like birds?We are human beings, in fact. Cannot always just fly here and there as we please. Cannot always live between yes and no. If we want to live lives of free spirits we need to be honest with ourselves. And most importantly we need straight answers.
Maybe Yes.
Maybe No.
Yes.
No.

knowing yourself...

We knowers are unknown to ourselves, and for a good reason:
how can we ever hope to find what we have never looked for?

The sad truth is that we remain necessarily strangers to ourselves, we don't understand our own substances, we must mistake ourselves; the axiom,

'Each man is farther from himself ' will hold for us all eternity.

Of ourselves we are not knowers.
Nietzsche

To know myself
To understand the needs, desires, choices..
That is my ultimate desire
Not to be ever surprised
at my own reactions
to obtain full control of my actions
to be stronger
and to defrost my mind...

After having burned so many times
Still frozen..

The Wonder Song

I wonder about you
I wonder what to do
I wonder about us
And dunno which way to choose...

And I ...
Wonder, wonder, wonder why…
We haven't had chance to try
To fly high
In the sky…

And I dunno which way to go
Since I don't wanna loose
The chance of getting hold of you
And learning who you are…

And I..
Wonder, wonder, wonder why…
We haven't had chance to try
To fly high
In the sky…

Because I don't know where you've been
Because I don't know what you've seen
Because I don't know where are we?
And what's gonna be…

Wonder, wonder why…
We haven't had chance to try
To fly high
In the sky…

Here and now

Life is a way.Life is no goal.

I just want to be here and now

And tread the way full of flowers

Need to stop running

here and there

To transform myself here

If I keep on going there

I might be led away from here

And grow, and grow

Foolishness is a part of growth

People outside me

become my mirror

They reflect me

So I see better who I am

Need to see myself within

Not in the mirror

Need to be alone

to indulge myself in the purity of aloneness

ultimate and blissful

And listen to the silence

in the middle of nowhere

but always somewhere

The silence is very loud

I want to go beyond the distraction

And unnecessary chatter

And all messages

without meaning

and all gestures

telling nothing

to be able to

see

meaning and truth

I want to become a river

which will ultimately reach the sea

to flow with glow

between my body and soul

my mind..

need to defrost the mind

to love

Love is freedom

Simultaneous surrender

becoming

two separate pillars supporting same roof

to surrender to the unknown force

that takes possesion of

us

one day

Wonder and Freedom

If you understand
Insecurity is an intrinsic part of life
And good that it is so because it makes life a Freedom
It makes life a continuous surprise.
One never knows what is going to happen
It keeps you continuously in Wonder.

Don't call it uncertainty-call it Wonder.
Don't call it insecurity-call it Freedom.


From '' A sudden clash of thunder'' Osho

Toujours toute seule partout

toujours toute seule partout

aucun message

bien sur

suis-je ...

et puis des messages sans importance..

J' allume la radio, je l' eteins

et puis, je fume

et nous retournons dans nos pensees

il a pris ma main..dans mon reve..

je ne me suis jamais sentie a l'aise

en compagnie ..trop distant...

on s'embrasse et on se touche comme on respire chez moi

et le vent avait tournee

insidievsement

et la conversation avait glisse

je me sens perdue

je suis completement perdue

et des messages sans importance...

aucun message

il a pris ma main

bien sur

wonderland

I am a wondergirl

Looking for my wonderboy

wonderful

wonderland

reading in the dark

escaping the forest of rumors

fishing in the fishless waters

detoxication of

body,mind and soul

in full sun:)