Dear ‘Poet from the station’:
Long time ago, I had experienced something similar, not with the cold but with rain…
"…Once upon a time, there was a woman walking per hours under the rain just covered by the dark of the night… She was literally swimming at the streets, the streets were rivers… this woman was just experiencing how the spirit could survive from the drowning… the rain was coming from all sides, the drops were entering inside of her eyes, you could not know if she was actually crying or it was just the rain flooding her eyes… her umbrella was broken, she was totally wet, the wind was blowing her hair from one side to other... then she start to think it could be nice to fly instead of swimming...”
"…Once upon a time, there was a woman walking per hours under the rain just covered by the dark of the night… She was literally swimming at the streets, the streets were rivers… this woman was just experiencing how the spirit could survive from the drowning… the rain was coming from all sides, the drops were entering inside of her eyes, you could not know if she was actually crying or it was just the rain flooding her eyes… her umbrella was broken, she was totally wet, the wind was blowing her hair from one side to other... then she start to think it could be nice to fly instead of swimming...”
What I learnt is, when everything is drowning around you, the desert is turning into green, literally your body can floats over the water, your heart and eyes are full of drops and then they will be never dry... the SPIRIT, then will not swim but fly over the surface of the river… when is guided by love…
Kind regards,
'The woman under the rain'
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'The woman under the rain', said: This post is just to remember that sometimes the most important and crazy good things in the world can be put together…
'SPIRIT is never FROZEN'
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dear 'The woman under the rain',
all, who are painting their insanity with the most beautiful colors, have lives full of wonders and they never wait for a journey to heaven up above the sky. because they make it on the earth. and the secret is, being able to be absolutely mad for one you love and you try to be everything for your beloved person (poet, painter, writer, philosopher everything ). once you have that spirit, you live beyond this tiny little reality.
and then obsession becomes your sight, your eyes see not what they see, they show you what you want to see. That is why your streets became the rivers with ragging torrent and you could swim in it or then even you can fly like a bird on the surface of the water.you can see the floating reflection of your image waving on the ups and downs of the river water.
what we see is we had a common learning, that is SPIRIT of one, who has it, never dies. in the freezing cold i was mediating to feel the absolute existence of PIGEON inside me. and i am sure you also had “a MAN on the silver MOUNTAIN” who made you swim and fly.
indeed, to me, what is the most important secret of life is, our ability to fantasize our own life putting characters like “PIGEON” or “a MAN on the silver MOUNTAIN” ahead regardless inquiring their appearances as the way we expect them to have in our life. we also never inquire if the “PIGEON” or “a MAN on the silver MOUNTAIN” are aware at all aware of the beauty of our insanity. we keep on imagining being insane because, the world is beautiful because of the irrational people like us, not because of those fucking rationale people who always have a “why” before everything and miss the excitement and exclamation of life.
imagine, may be twenty years from now, our kids are reading our stories, some will see how crazy was their father for his PIGEON, some will see how crazy was their mother was for her “a MAN on the silver MOUNTAIN”, they will stare at us with startled eyes.
may be i will say to my kids that, this is the secret of life, learn it and give life to life !
kind regards,
the ‘Poet from the station’
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olá.. adorei te conhecer..muito linda essa mensagem..um ótimo incentivo a não se desesperar quando tudo parece estar afundando.... sempre há esperanças.. beijo
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