Wednesday, 27 July 2016

Intentionally Untitled.

Title Unknown, by Fabien Delaube
It dresses elegantly,
pretending to be
a caring empress,
a humble, 
sober emperor.

At least that's what
it wants us to think.

It pretends to be wise,

Its kind offers of help
are condescending.

Its smart free advice
is often selfish.

It is allergic to
the truth,
to the honesty
that doesn't quench its thirst 
for manipulation.

It is competitive.

It is prejudiced.

And often seeks
to distract us,
to entice us
with the delusions
it intelligently creates.

It believes its lies.

It is convinced
that its own presence
is ubiquitous,

It is a master
in manipulating our thoughts,
in controlling our actions,
in torturing our values,
in forcing us to boycott
our sacred boundaries.

Its made of deep insecurities
and fear.

It indulges on our weaknesses,
on our attachments,
on our hurtful abandonments.

It is blind to compassion
whenever we battle
with the sadness
of letting go of what we love,
or with the pain inflicted
by our generational demons.

It is jealous of our light,
of our strength,
of our candid happiness.

Its essence is sadist.

It is parasitic.

It encourages self-destruction.

It makes us anxious.

It gallops in our mind
like a wild horse.

there's no horse.

Just a racing, untamed illusion,
bullying our divine desires,
planting doubts in our courage
whenever we dream
of an abundant selfless life.

Have you ever noticed
that there's no dress?

That there's no caring empress
or sober emperor?

why is the ego
so powerful?
so omnipresent?
so attractive?
so easy to fall for?

As long as we sentient humans
stubbornly believe
that we need to feed it
to feel valued,
its boastful shadow,
its masked ignorance,
will ever so remain
our self-fulfilling prophecy.

Friday, 15 August 2014

The crack is open.

In order to stop feeling like (messy, incapable) victims and become (humble) heroes of our (wonderful) lives, we need to (have the courage to) acknowledge that we fell victim to something or someone (have you?). 

Failing to do so, perpetuates the suffering, the imprisonment, our (fine-tuned) ability to cling on to what hurts.

If we succeed to acknowledge (and embrace) our suffering, we can crack the code to access (and discover) the (magnificent) path to peace, to healing, to love, to liberation.

To enter this path, that is a (tough) choice.  Never forget that with healing comes the pain of letting go.

This is a simple short-cut, right?

BUT - here's the thing:

There might be many causes to the (bizarre, unfair) burdens of life. And admit it, at some moments, they are purely imaginary ("between your ears" like the Dutch say).

Whatever way you put it, there is (absolutely) no excuse for blaming others for your (stubborn) misery. Even more so, they are not responsible (at all) for your (not-so-clever choice of) self-victimisation.

And yes, of course, you can be(come) mad.

Mad.  As in being mad at someone.

Mad. As in feeling madness. About beauty.

Mad and mad. Because both shit and (ever more so) beauty, randomly and inevitably happen.


Mad. As in losing your mind, when it feels like an eternity while we forget that it's temporary.

Mad. Mad. Mad.

As in (wow-oh-wow) madly in love.

S/he who claims immunity to being mad (whatever the form) is either

(ever oh-so) fake or

simply (and sadly) dead.

YET - No one.  No one else controls our (pro)(re)(anti) actions but our very own self.

SO - Here's my note to my (alas, at times egocentric) self:

Never hold someone accountable for your weakness. If you do, you give him or her unlimited power to weaken you ever more. You are the only one in command to transform the (sore) impact of their actions into (swift and loving) inner strength.

For that you don't need a sword.

Remember. Only you can.

Hold onto what gives you (that extra punch of) energy.

You need to feel. To breath. To live.

To love (yourself).

Never hold anyone accountable for your (lack of) empowerment, if (in your eyes) the only thing they (seem to) do is to project their anger and sufferings on you.

The only one allowing this projection  to happen is you

Yes. You.

If in doubt, ask the mirror until you hear yourself say

"You are divine. You are beautiful. You are human".

Don't forget that.

Trust who truly (and unconditionally) believes in you (even when you fuck it up - big time).

Never deny that whomever ever made you feel like (a worthless piece of) shit at some moment, has offered you a golden (and often rare) opportunity:

To access the crack that reveals (the essence of) your (ever so gracious) power.

No matter how ugly their words or their actions, judge soundly.

But not without compassion (don't let way to prejudice, you're way wiser than 'that').

Always acknowledge (and cherish) that every person or circumstance that crosses your path is a gift (of life).

For life.

Whatever that person or moment brings, explore it with (ever so curious) attention.

Big chance is that it's a (tiny hidden) gem offering you diamonds for every (precious) lesson.

So here's a wise short-cut for my early sabbatical ramblings:

If life pains you, confuses you or inconveniences you, try to remember the (mantra-like) words of my dearest friend and colleague Zah Kahar.  She has said these words to me many times (did I say many???):

"You never know, it might be a BLESSING in disguise".

AND SO I gather my courage. I undress myself from these old ragged skin which made me a victim. 

I am now ready to embark in an brand new quest for peace, for healing, for love, for liberation. 

The crack is open. Let this pilgrimage begin.

Saturday, 1 March 2014

The beauty of my spotless eyes.


My mind tiptoes into assaulting memories. 

I hide my words and bite my tongue. 

(Remembering like this needs silence). 

But my hands take a life of their own, 
they dance with my stubborn heartbeat, 
and scratch blank pages with vivid dreams. 

Those precious moments that are just gone, 
almost unannounced: 

To love, to cry, 
to win, to lose, 
to surrender to beauty 
as it becomes the pupils 
of my sad eyes. 

But oh, 

how could I not be grateful 
for having lived so many dreams? 
in company, in solitude, 
with lovers, with strangers, 
with you, my love, 
my sweet friend? 

Do you remember how 
I loved you, how I cried with you, 
won you once, was stubborn, 
and then surrendered? 

I lost you. 

Still, your beauty is all 
my spotless eyes see, 
without ever shedding a tear 
nor a single shadow 

of regret.