Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Sayings On Christening Cakes
Stardust
greeted by a spectacular plain whitewashed ... in the arms of the silent snow ...
now in my hands I stardust .. There, harvested from the beauty of life .. "To be used only with those who can fly" is written on the label ..
And I'm there, sitting on top of the mountain, holding stardust in his eyes and wants to fly .. A look around the scene there at my feet .. peering good prey, the address where my flight?
thousand eyes watching me from there, a thousand arms are ready to welcome me, a thousand roads where you hear the sound of my footsteps ...
And the more I look, the more I feel that stardust can not I use it all ... but the best is to share ..
And I think: "That mad sprite I miss Ireland! .. Well ... and that the London and Milan to Barcelona ... .......!" But how nice to find their 'home' ...
And then I stop for a moment .. I'll get my elf hands, give him a little 'dust of stars .. and along the flight before us .... And it's ok to breathe a bit 'deeper breath .. .. This also serves to give time and opportunity to bring order to the universe and to prepare another way .. Why
perhaps it is no longer time for the 'middle way'. Now is the road.
But meanwhile I stop on the mountain top, watch, draw, taste, live, and I nursed the dust of stars .. and a blow to those who send her away from this peak, but very close to my heart .. Because I believe in the Law of Love. And I know that if I stop makes sense. Something needs to be done.
Breath stardust in our hearts ....
Photo: 21/12/2009's Square Trebaseleghe
greeted by a spectacular plain whitewashed ... in the arms of the silent snow ... now in my hands I stardust .. There, harvested from the beauty of life .. "To be used only with those who can fly" is written on the label ..
And I'm there, sitting on top of the mountain, holding stardust in his eyes and wants to fly .. A look around the scene there at my feet .. peering good prey, the address where my flight?
thousand eyes watching me from there, a thousand arms are ready to welcome me, a thousand roads where you hear the sound of my footsteps ...
And the more I look, the more I feel that stardust can not I use it all ... but the best is to share ..
And I think: "That mad sprite I miss Ireland! .. Well ... and that the London and Milan to Barcelona ... .......!" But how nice to find their 'home' ...
And then I stop for a moment .. I'll get my elf hands, give him a little 'dust of stars .. and along the flight before us .... And it's ok to breathe a bit 'deeper breath .. .. This also serves to give time and opportunity to bring order to the universe and to prepare another way .. Why
perhaps it is no longer time for the 'middle way'. Now is the road.
But meanwhile I stop on the mountain top, watch, draw, taste, live, and I nursed the dust of stars .. and a blow to those who send her away from this peak, but very close to my heart .. Because I believe in the Law of Love. And I know that if I stop makes sense. Something needs to be done.
Breath stardust in our hearts ....
Photo: 21/12/2009's Square Trebaseleghe
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