Dream your path with your eyes.

Live your dreams with your feet.

Become the impossible today.

Transcend the incredible tomorrow.

For the seconds do not remember you.

Glimpse at eternity between blinks.

Whatever you do become is an illusion.

Touch the end of each beginning.

Transform life with passion.





Cris - Dec 21, 2006, a winter evening.



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Innocent


Dreams of Love of Life
create Fields of Flowers
Opening wide spaces
shining light reflections
from fragile beauties

Sun chasing becomes a
new Life

So much to see to do
to Love

Bathing
Rays of Simple Feelings
Flowing tumultuous
beneath a quiet Surface
hiding Deep
thoughts of all these
Pretty
Shades of Brilliant
Power
to change
Embrace
All Pain from Pleasure
Dissolves remaining
Memories From Lingering
Emotions Complete
Ecstatic moments of Silence

Dancing
Chasing the Sun
on your Lips
your Smile
Sets me Free To reach
Love
Wherever that Leads
these Quick Steps
through a Field
of Dreams
where Eternity Separates
our fragile Hearts

Longing for moments of bliss
Sun Chaser
forever
lost in Warmth
Bathed in pure Colors
as pure as
Innocent Dreamscapes.



Cris, " Innocent " Toronto 13:07 August 2, 2007 Sidewalk Queen next to Spadina on Cellphone Keypad

Copyright Cris qb 2007


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Thoughts


Woman, as I look into your eyes I fall.

Can I ask you to help me stand.

Can I ask your to help me get up.

Help me look into your eyes.

Let me see in you. Enhance me.

Let yourself be Enhanced.

Love is reflecting from the window of your soul.

Your eyes.

Make mine open.


Cris qb - April 23rd 2007 1:53 am, Copyright Cris qb

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About Love, Life and Lost dreams :


Maybe you have, like most of us, awaken.

One day.

Maybe it was a morning.

Just like all mornings, except.

An early morning when the birds were quietly sleeping.

When the Sun was hiding its shine in the dark of the night.

When the Moon was shining only parts of itself.

Maybe it was late at night that day.

Maybe it was noon, or maybe the Sun was setting.

And maybe in that moment.

Awaken.

You realized.

Nothing really matters but all these little moments.

Strung like drops of dew on a spiders web.

Fragile.

Here now.

Gone with the strongest of breeze.

Fleeting.

Just like Love.

What is Love ?

You may ask yourself in this awaken moment.

That what you have or want ?

That what you want and do not have ?

That what you never want to have for fear of yet loosing it again ?


Life would be a senseless routine if all we did was awaken to our fears only.

Our feeble god like bodies we pretend are strong.

Yet touched by the smallest unbalance make us silent.

Silent like the moment awaken by your own thoughts.


Dreaming of vast tomorrows.

Letting moments like this one slip away through our eyes.

Echoes in our hearts.

I don't know what Love is.

I might never be able to tell you.

I wish I could describe that to myself.


But I can tell you that for every Lost dream another will form.

In a moment of silence.

In a moment of eternity.

A Love of Life is the only thing one can't allow to become a Lost dream.

qb





Dessine moi un Papillon...


Draw me a Butterfly, said Le Petit Prince...

What if the Butterfly is hidden on a flower... asked the Aviator...

How would you see it ?

When the Toad catches it with it's sticky tongue... I will surely see it, said the Little Prince.

True...Sometimes we see beauty right before it leaves us...replied the Aviator.


qb



qb


Origin


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Edict 1


What we do not understand we destroy, we kill.

What we can't destroy we fear.

What we fear we believe in blindly.

What we believe in blindly we can't see.

What we can't see destroys us.


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Edict 2

What we do not understand we fear.

What we fear we believe in blindly.

What we can not believe in blindly we destroy.

What we can not destroy we ignore.

What we ignore destroys us.

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Edict 3

What we do not understand we fear.

What we fear we believe in blindly.

What we believe in blindly we assume.

What we assume we perceive.

What we perceive yet do not assume, destroys us.

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During the evolution of any complex system there is a point where the very first signs of a precise event are marked, the degeneration brought by it's own complexity.

Thus what we see as lower evolution beings such as species of insects, birds, primates, quadrupeds and aquatic life forms; all are nothing more than the degeneration of higher states of beings that have preceded our convincing perception of facts within our time reference.


In the most profound meditative states one can perceive such existences.

Exercise 1

Close your eyes and open your mind to see yourself as a butterfly. Feel yourself as butterfly.

Flying eagerly towards the sun, floating in the middle of the blue sky. Drifting with the wind currents. Smelling the exciting aroma of pollen that covers your body. Your wings light and strong fluttering through the hot sumer air.


Exercise 2

See yourself as a bird soaring higher and higher, leaving the ground below so far that it only seems to be a patch of brown in the immensity of the ocean of air you float in.

Feel the freedom of the power given in you to be above all.

Enjoy yourself.


In the most profound perception states one can perceive the degeneration of such beauty of being.

Exercise 3

Close your eyes and feel the pain of the hunger. The dry flowers with nothing to offer you.

The muscles tense from missing nourishment. Your heart racing from fleeing the bird that chases you.

Your wings tired of flapping the hot thick air that traps you like an invisible web.

The darkness that covers the sun and the vibration of the air over the wind.

A dark reddish gap that opens and snatches your life with one sharp motion.

The noise, the vibration of your body tearing and braking as you release the last gasp of air escaping your control.

Life leaving your being without the power to keep living.


Such is the perception of life in this form.

A constant pain for survival. A constant fight to keep living. A constant battle for life that is already won by death.

Can one say that death is the culmination of reality ?

Is this the inevitable, ultimate and most important factor of any existence that we and others in our time reference perceive, our only result of being?

Or are there such things that one can't perceive yet live too ?

Things which move with the delicacy of a sweet breeze and the power of a hundred thousand fire storms ?



What would you say to yourself if for a moment you could perceive and assume such form of being ?


All but the obvious question being answered...


Has the eternity of a fleeting moment touched your tongue, leaving you with the bitter-sweet taste of life that should not have been?

Did you see one morning the reflexion of the universe in a drop of dew and felt a tear slipping on your cheek ?

Has your heart skipped a beat while bathing your smile in sunlight, forgetful of living, being full of life ?

Have dreams answered your questions yet?


qb





Much More


All that She offers and much more...

Much more than the sum of all parts...

Much more than what she offers...

Yet so much more when she is...

So far she is but has not been...

Has been but only in my dream...

The lucid-dreams that I still dream...


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The Butterfly Effect.


Do you believe in Quantum Modulation ?

Do you fly in your dreams ?

Do your dreams fly out of you ?

Do they become reality ?

Do you love I ?

Do we love we ?

Do you fly or are you centered ?

Is it a flower your food ?

Are you the nectar ?

Where do you fly when you fly ?

Do you fly at all ?

Am I just dreaming ?

Or is it ...

Just me ?


qb





Woman in Me



Glory of Womanhood



You are woman.

O glory to to you.



You are a part of me.

No man shall I be without you before me.



You are a woman.

O glory to you.



When I look inside I see you there.

You are in me.

Without you I destroy.

Without you I can't create.



You are a woman.

O glory to you.



You are the air that I breathed.

For nine months in you.

Because of you I feed.

I can't exist without you in me.

You are the woman in me.


You are a woman.

O glory to you.



Why don't men see and pretend.

Pretend to be big and strong.

Strong and powerful.

Powerful and destructive.

Destructive of all...

When they can't be like you.

A woman to create.

A woman to regenerate.

A woman to guide.

A woman in me.

A woman in all of us men.

A woman to be.


Thus I can not create.

Can not create without you.

The woman in me.


You are a woman.

O glory to you.



Shame to those that like children be.

For only a child can take his mother for granted.

Shame to those men that can't see...

No matter the wars you fight...

No matter the times you see...

You will never exist...

Without a woman ....

To BE....



You are a woman.

O glory to you.


You are the woman to me.


Why cry endless tears.

Why follow their insanity...?

Why hide from them I say.

You are a woman...

Part of all men.

You can see...

You are a woman to me.


Because of you I can build.

Because of you I can do.


Yes !

There are those...

Those from the old...

Old those that are...

Man and Woman at once...


But until you all can see...

We.

ALL men do.

Need you.

To.

Be.

A man is an empty shell...

An armour to a soul.

A shield to a heart.

Protector of life.


All he can do, all he can be...

He is nothing at all...

Without the woman in he.


Thus I see...

I say...

To be.

I am the woman in me.



You are a woman.

O glory to you.


qb





She is,


A total mystery...

What history she's hiding ?

Forget about what's meant to be.

Your logic will subside it...


Just like a patch of oil to me...

She floats like that on water.

Brilliant colours yet can't touch one.


Not that it ever mattered.

Wild horse she is to me...


She'll never let you ride it...


qb








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