old air

some time just want to be old and to know all that is there
in this silence of unquestionable future where words doesn't need to spread much further
like trees that knowing the fall will come
preparing for the lost of their leaves again.
delicate skin exposed to the sunlight,to the rains ,to all that wish to see or touch.
with the strength of spring wisdom,
every vain of the roots is perfectly blend in the familiar soil.
in this unchanging home,with no replace for this ground,
i hear the blessed aging sound.

the end of the red moon year.....

today it is finish,a new year is coming on us,
my red moon year was so powerfull
im giving thanks for all the spirits she brought with her.
it seems like going throgh a big storm,and geting socket
from the rain,and in the same time growing so much like aflower thet have a strong seed in the ground and blooming and his roots are geting stronger,
the endless magical wisdome of neture touching all the leaves,and with the stormes and wind we shell spred our seeds,far across all oceans,a part of us is evrywher,but we are here feeling the earth ,loving the sun and her worm light ,brighten colore,for we expirience the grey of the winter,
and the days we hed no sunlight ,mornings of an empty,lonly haert seed in the fields.
im runing in this wide open space,everlasting moument
inhaile,and exhaile ,in this reathem of the ocean wave,the world is breathing me inside and out ,im breathing him
so deep i feel him in my stomech,
like a child growing in my womb,im holding my self on the center of my body
and im feeling the earth,and all flowers,and all seassone
the sunshine and moonglow coming from the inside.

beauty-khalil jibran

On Beauty
And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty."

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?

And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?

The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle.

Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."

And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.

Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."

The tired and the weary say, "beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.

Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow."

But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains,

And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions."

At night the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east."

And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, "we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset."

In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."

And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."

All these things have you said of beauty.

Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,

And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.

It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,

But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,

But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.

It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,

But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.

People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.

But you are life and you are the veil.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

But you are eternity and your are the mirror

the other half of earth

first days in a new realty
new and yet so old
im still a forner ,stranger in my home,
home, but my heart is still so far
seams like forever ive been serching,diggin in this ground
and now it is so deep,and still ther is no one here
nothing realy calling me to stey
i shold go again to the andless sunset
to all of the unfinish treils
and im still sweaming in all oceans,still dreaming you sleeping in my armes
when morning bells making the sound of the angels
when the orange color of the leaves look so unreal
i remember now how was the feeling of loving again
and i am so far from orange leaves and far from morning illussion
far from all what we touched
in the fields of my childhood im going far
in to my heart again
anew order from inside
a new vision in a new light
collecting evry moument to my never ending
wisdome nekkles
and on this dusty treil
my foot prints are still so fresh ,
like i was never gone.

human

not christian or jew or muslim,not hindu
buddhist,sufi or zen
not any religion or cultural system,
i am not from the east or the west,not out of the ocean
or up
from the ground,not natural or ethereal,not composed of elements at all.i do not exist,
am not an entity in this world or next
did not descend from adam&eve or any origin story.my place is the
placeless
a trace of the traceless,neither body or soul.
i belong to the beloved
have seen the two
worlds as one
and that one call to and know,
first ,last,outer,inner
only that breath breathing
human being.

in vision

i see it in me
in you
all that is us
blooming
flowers of the deasert calling me ,
armes open wide to recive me back
to all that is me,you air,breath
i am home breathing you in to me
i am far but with,
i am with but with out
in and out,from the side to the center from your eyes
to the sun
from my soul to the oness ,to the andless skys
from mountain top,singing the words
out ,
strong
in the power of here
in the power of real
i and i in god to be.

harvest dreams

i have just one more moment
to stay here and look,
i have left with just one piece of quiet moments
that exist between the souls
between flames
between peacfull beats followed with all that is tied in your hair,and its touching me right now.
eyes burning inside,
and body that stand still
while my heart is diving,
im still carring this look that posses me
now im only asking not to forget this light,
that droping from your finger tips
i have one last short moment
to sing in front of you without falling,
one more second of living rew sweet taste
one more passion with out a doubt.

full feel

gamble everything for love
if your a true human being,
if not leave this gethering dont wait any longer,
dive
in the ocean,leave and let the sea
be you
silent absent,walking
an empty road,all
praise

change of a sseason

like a pluge thats spreading in side of me,
im asking so many questions again,
feel like im a stranger when looking for knowledge in side
my heart,
now im little bit above the ground,feeling transparent
ayes piercing so deeply,and im just fading for amoument like a change of sseason
and in side still blowing sun,
its a little bit like swiming in the ocean,and some times i allso drown,
waves of peacfullness waves of enger and sadness touching so profound,
wierd sinking in times that have past.
i stop from existing in the moument that is now,
and breathing memories
touching the ground now in liteness of seperation,ground thats constantly exchanging under me,
and now im breathing skies,
i want to remember evrything and glow,
to remember the smell of the rain
in the world thats eround me, above and below
i exist now between the drops
fading in side all souls.

SHINE

LIFE ARE COMING BECK,THRU THE TREES
IM GOING INSIDE MY SOUL,
AND LOVE IN THE HEART OF MINE GROWING.
IM SINGING TO THE MOUNTAINS,
SENDING YOU PEACFULLNESS OF MORNING BIRDS IN THE WOODS.
DEASERT SAND FOR THE GOLDEN MOUMENTS,
SUMMER CHERRYS FOR THE PASSION OF THE HEART.