Grieg ,Peace of the woods

Vivaldi,Concerto for 4 Violins , B minor, RV 580

Vivaldi ,Concerto for Two Violins , A Minor, RV522

Nico , All that is my own

the way of the gods

the way of the gods
is not mine,
they dance silently
across the skies

they walk clouds
with a laughter
and rain comes
to bless the soil

me means stumbling
across stumps and stones,
carrying luggage
out in the cold

my suffering is earthly
and such is my joy.
other humans in despair,
loaded with misfortune,

bleeding and in pain,
show me how small i am,
they teach me to be
and to ignore the gods

seeking truth, i fail,
my journey, erring
within the medusa
of the mind,

leads to the heart
which cries out
like a bird at night,
wounded in terror

until i find,
clearing the bushes,
my tongue kissing
springwater

in the stillness
of wild roses,
breathing,
alone and not alone.

Alberto Savinio

3.32...



also feel surreal ..just now i do anyway

bardo, yes, cage no: today the bitterness of reflection

i may be very wrong.
maybe i am.
now i do not see you.
i see me.

by now i had felt caged
for too long,
bound where i wanted to flow,
i cannot go on.

i find evasion. evasion. evasion.
and i am tired.

i cannot be silent.

i must go away.

all is impermanent,
my mind changes like the weather.

but bardo is bardo.
i must accept my inconsistency
as there is no choice.

i am sad in my soul.
sad for loss, sad for hope,
sad for my freedom:
it feels like a shame.

i will light a candle
and watch the rising heat.

i go, i will go,
i am not made to stay.

The Tibetan Book Of The Dead ,Bardo Thodol, Leonard Cohen (reading)

Vaughan Williams,The Lark Ascending

Solitude , Sakamoto Ryuichi

Dvorak , Romance for piano and violin, Op.11

my soul is filled with  a pain..not filled but..and i feel i am bad

but i can only be me ...

Jan Toorop, Goldmund