JOAN BAEZ ~ Donna Donna ~

I'll Be Back by The Beatles - Digitally Remastered

fc, it is very very rare that i "pretend"..

ryuichi sakamoto - rain(live)

Ithaca is but a place

Today is the first day this year that the toads returned to the pond in my garden,
it was too cold  for a long time.
Ithaca is but a place...even for toads


when your heart is full,
look for emptiness.
fill it with light,
with the chirp of sparrows

with the cooing of doves,
follow the wind,
do not fear,
you cannot go back.

listen to the sky,
the open plains
they sing under the sun
with the scent of flowers

and they burst into color,
rainbows of joy.
be aware of the weather,
set your sails

not for the easy way,
but to travel far.
go for your journey
and watch the signs

observe the clouds
and stop on the way,
see, feel, touch
and always listen.

silence will give you
what you cannot reach.
Ithaca is but a place
and the universe is wide.

The Pirate's Gospel - Alela Diane

stolen~with pleasure

peace

Peace~

a friend's house.

Since childhood rare days

without physical pain, torture,

marks of torticollis.

So hard to stay aware,

fighting to stay conscious,

really hard so many days.

thanks for each moment of peace...~

Van Morrison - Carrying A Torch

Mozart-Die Zauberflöte/il flauto magico-Papagena/Papageno

from a certain age onwards it is not children created through love but the gift of joy,
and humour...
happiness at times...

Tübingen, leaving

Tübingen, impressions

La schizophrénie (court-métrage) - Cours De Médecine.flv

wonderful film about the experience of schizophrenia, ...~empathy

GREEN GRASS OFFICIAL VIDEO - CIBELLE

IF, Rudyard Kipling

If—

BY Rudyard Kipling

(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)

If you can keep your head when all about you   

    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

    But make allowance for their doubting too;   

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   

    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

    And treat those two impostors just the same;   

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

    And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   

    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

    If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   

    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

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Source: A Choice of Kipling's Verse (1943)

Van Morrison - Some Peace Of Mind

aren't we all...the same?

Max Richter - Song

Chopin - Impromptu No. 2

I am tired now

I am tired now
maybe of all
or nothing

I am tired
to see the wheels
turn and turn

and crush the wheat,
the rye, the flesh,
the soul,the moment

I am tired
to watch beauty
as if it could be
permanent,
it runs out with my blood

I am tired
to find happiness
i cannot bear it
as I know it will go
and leave and die

I am tired of words
and thoughts and plans
I am tired of all
or nothing at all

I am here
alone but here
with my cat
who had a walk
with me to the local pub

a courageous fellow
who does not like
to be on his own,
he risks to walk
with me all the way

there is a bird in my brain
and it wants to fly
sky high
and low across the grass
and the foam of the sea

and there is an eye
and i want to walk inside
and listen to the wind,
the breath of the stars.
the unfathomable universe

I am tired
of  cold love,
indifferent rivers,
detached feeling, self control.
it transforms me to stone

I am here
a calm lake, deep and dark,
I burn and I shimmer
and smoke fills the forest.
but I will stay clear
as flowing water

I am here,
I am tired of wisdom
without kindness,
as kindness is wisdom.
I am here.
Kind.

I am here,
drunk and kind.
drunk of life,
drunk of death,
silent with words.

I am tired
of me.
I wish to share,
I reach out with
a scent of of love
and daffodils

I purr with my cat,
and i want to give
the trees and the green,
the growing, the rich fields,
the blue skies, the grass
to my one and only love.

I am music,
and I want to dance.
Come, feel the light,
then i will sleep.
And you will.