Beirut - Vagabond

Left the vagabonds
A trail of stones
Foward to find my way home

Now as the air grows cold
The trees unfolds
And I am lost and not found

And who knows
Who knows, who knows, who knows
And who knows
Who knows, who knows, who knows

Now left the vagabonds
A trail of stones
Foward to find my way home

Now as the air grows cold
The truth unfolds
And I am lost and not found

Now left the vagabonds
A trail of stones
Foward to find my way home

Now as the air grows cold
The truth unfolds
And I am lost and not found

Melody Gardot - Love Me Like a River Does

Love me like a river does
Cross the sea
Love me like a river does
Endlessly
Love me like a river does
Baby don't rush you're no waterfall
Love me that is all
Love me like a roaring sea
Swirls about
Love me like a roaring sea
Wash me out
Love me like a roaring sea
Baby don't rush you're no waterfall
Love me that is all
Love me like the earth itself
Spins around
Love me like the earth itself
Sky above below the ground
Love me like the earth itself
Baby don't rush you're no waterfall
Love me that is all

Van Gogh, I am so angry

Van Gogh: “I am so angry with myself because I cannot do what I should like to do,” 

Aldous Huxley, The Divine Within etc

"This is the greatest gift which man has ever received or given himself,, the gift of language. But we have to remember although language is absolutely essential to us, it can also be absolutely fatal because we use it wrongly. If we analyze our processes of living, we find that, I imagine, at least 50 percent of our life is spent in the universe of language. We are like icebergs, floating in a sea of immediate experience but projecting into the air of language. Icebergs are about four-fifths under water and one-fifth above. But, I would say, we are considerably more than that above. I should say, we are the best part of 50 percent — and, I suspect, some people are about 80 percent above in the world of language. They virtually never have a direct experience; they live entirely in terms of concepts."

" In general we think  the pointing finger- the word - is the thing we point at....In reality words are simply the signs  of things. But many people treat things as though they were the signs and illustrations of words. When they see a thing, they immediately think of it as just being an illustration of a verbal category, which is absolutely fatal because this is not the case. And yet we cannot do without words. The whole of life is, after all, a process of walking on a tightrope. If you do not fall one way you fall the other, and each is equally bad. We cannot do without language, and yet if we take language too seriously we are in an extremely bad way. We somehow have to keep going on this knife-edge (every action of life is a knife-edge), being aware of the dangers and doing our best  to keep out of them."

https://plus.google.com/101772332684479923946/posts/8KN5j2NVXaL


http://www.brainpickings.org/2015/07/22/aldous-huxley-who-are-we-divine-within/

Amazing! Bird sounds from the lyre bird - David Attenborough - BBC wild...

Birds of Paradise,trailer

stolen link,wonderful~thanks

the year of the rattlesnake

i cannot turn back the wheels alone.
they are too heavy, and they are a hindrance on the path of joy.

i stay there, in hiding, with a rattle at each approach.
this is no danger to passengers, the venom is used up.

we have around 35 degrees Celsius outside.
it is much cooler under stone.

i am not in a position to decide where to move to.
the sun is too much, and my eyes are blinded.

i stay and rest.
there will be  a scent coming as a message
to guide me.

i just wonder, i ponder:
when will i truly laugh again?

rattlesnakes are not known to laugh.

Take me with you/Liz Fraser

Charles Bukowski, "I'm not one.."

"I'm not one to look back on wanton waste as complete loss – there's music in everything, even defeat."



well....it feels like shit though, non?