In the Night

In the night when we touch and sleep

my emotions stir so deep within.
My dreams are filled with love that is given
and my heart is renewed.

Have I been living
before there was you?
Before you entered in me
and gave unto me the joy and passion
we both desired? 

I awake and am moved
by the sight of your shape
of your beauty under the light.
The moon shines on you and I shiver from loves delight.

Move me, renew me,
bring me new songs to sing.

My feelings grow strong as i am enlightened
with a thought
Soon ... you will be sleeping in my arms, again.

What is the truth what a deceit?

Angel of light angel of darkness
What is the truth what a deceit?
I leave my body shattered and numb
My mind a loop a catatonic hell
Lost in the melancholic womb

The sins of temptation
Fade my hart and
Take my soul to the other side

I fear the Heaven and
I fear the Hell
Of my hart
I fear what I could find

So I leave my body
shattered and numb
and my mind in a loop

I feel the divinian deceit fall
And new crumbling towers arising
Transiting towers of sudden change collapsing
Embracing the inevitable

Restless and reluctant
Full of fear
Fear of deceit
Fear of darkness
Fear of unknown
Fear of my tears
Fear of merriness
Beckoning change
Of destruction

A new understanding emerges
Death of the old self
Transformation
A new consciousness
emerging out of this catatonic hell

Žablja psihologija

Malo psihologije. 

Žabe kao primjer. Zadatak koji treba pamtiti cijeloga života!

 

      Bila jedna grupa žabica koje su se htjele natjecati. Htjele su se popeti na vrlo visoku kulu.
Došlo je mnogo žaba da gledaju utrku i daju podršku žabicama. 


Utrka je počela. Ali nitko od prisutnih gledatelja nije vjerovao da će neka od žabica uspjeti doći do vrha kule. Klimali su glavama i govorili: "Joj, to je vrlo naporno!!! Nikada neće uspjeti!". Ili: "U tome neće uspjeti, jer je kula vrlo visoka!" Žabice su počele zaostajati ... osim jedne, koja je brzo puzila sve više i više... 


Gledaoci su vikali:

"To je preteško! Nitko neće dospjeti tako visoko!"


Jedna po jedna,  žabice su odustajale i okretale se natrag. Osim ove jedne koja je ustrajno išla naprijed.
Nije htjela odustati!


Na kraju su sve odustale, osim jedne žabice, koja se sama i s velikim ambicijama popela na vrh kule!
 Ostale žabice, kao i gledaoci htjeli su saznati kako je baš ona uspjela uraditi ono što je za ostale bilo nemoguće. Jedan gledatelj je pristupio žabici i zapitao je gdje je smogla toliko snage da izdrži do samog vrha.

Tada se pokazalo, pobjednička žabica je bila GLUHA!!! 


Pouka?
Nikad nemoj slušati one ljude koji su negativni i pesimistični... pošto Ti uzimaju najbolje čežnje i snove koje imaš u svojoj duši! Uvijek misli na snagu riječi jer sve što čuješ ili čitaš utjecait će na tvoja djela! 


Dakle: 
Budi UVIJEK ...  OPTIMIST!

I što više, jednostavno budi GLUH kad Ti netko kaže da ne možeš ostvariti svoje snove! 

Pomisli:

U svemu možeš uspjeti ako to stvarno želiš!

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Thought is another name for fate - by Henry Van Dyke

Your thoughts become words.
Your words become actions.
Your actions become habits.
Your habits become character.
Your character becomes your destiny.

As Earl Nightingale said: "We become what we think about all day long.", or as Buddha so plainly put: "We think. We become.". To say your thoughts are important is clearly an understatement, as thoughts are modeling clay you mold yourself by. 

 I hold it true that thoughts are things;
They’re endowed with bodies and breath and wings;
And that we send them forth to fill
The world with good results, or ill.
That which we call our secret thought
Speeds forth to earth’s remotest spot,
Leaving its blessings or its woes
Like tracks behind it as it goes.
We build our future thought by thought,
For good or ill, yet know it not.
Yet, so the universe was wrought.
Thought is another name for fate;
Choose, then, thy destiny and wait, 
For love brings love and hate brings hate. 

~ by Henry Van Dyke ~

Fires of Beltane - the cycles of life

Embrace the purifying flame,
throw off the cloak of inhibition.
Stoke the good fires of Beltane
and let flames fuel love’s fission.

Give way the cold, let the thaw begin
As Winter transforms to Spring again.
Let all creatures of cold slumber rise
And feathers on wings fill the skies.

The sun climbs high to summer glory,
unfolds the leaf and swells the bud,
delivering all of nature’s dowry
and a promise, now misunderstood.

Brooks and streams are babbling
All harken to the song they sing.
The Crocus and the Daffodil
Casting off their Winter chill.

From atom’s heart to human heart
spring passes the vitalizing flame
and in each nucleus a spark
sets passion’s ardent torch aflame.

Bare boned trees show signs of life
For they've withstood cold Winter's strife.
Sodden fields soon to color green
As life returns where death once seen.

A tiny babe born one Yule
Nurtured through many Winter's cruel,
Has now grown to a maiden fair
Let the joy of Beltane fill the air.

From a child the maid she grew
With an innocence known only to a few,
Sheltered by her purity
As to fulfill her destiny.

In linen gown with golden thread
A crown of flowers round her head,
Was taken to a secret place
Where her lover could behold her face.

Now the maiden sweet with raven hair
Her soulful eyes and skin so fair,
Chance for to meet her lover's gaze
As he peers at her through his forest maze.

The Green Man Cern in gallant stride
Has claimed her for his maiden bride,
And from their love the two shall bear
A babe at Yule with raven hair.

Now the maiden has become the Crone
And she spends her time mostly all alone,
With sweet dreams of the Summer Land
Where she'll soon return to once again.

Old and withered when the Crone she died
No tears for her left to be cried.
Though the cycles of life sometimes seem cruel,

Still a babe is always born at Yule.

Fires of love join earth and sky,

While we will celebrate into the night
Our passage into this Pagan Rite.

Let all hear the drumming sound
For the seeds of Beltane have gone to ground.

Our heritage passed hand to hand
And shoulder to shoulder we will stand.

By the water's edge for all to see
Sending love to the Universe.

a taste of ... Beltane Fire by Loreena McKennitt

My happiness

Say: "My happiness depends on me, so you're off the hook." And then demonstrate it. 

Be happy, no matter what they're doing. Practice feeling good, no matter what. 

And before you know it, you will not give anyone else responsibility for the way you feel -- and then, you'll love them all. Because the only reason you don't love them, is because you're using them as your excuse to not feel good.

One can not entrust their happiness to another person, or ask them to do so. FAIL example: "Hey! While you're going along and dealing with YOUR life, I expect you to provide my happiness as well."

  Taking responsibility for YOUR own feelings, no matter what they are, IS a biggie.

Neptunian homecoming - The Great God Pan

You see me standing here beside you, and hear my voice;

but I tell you that all these things - yes, from that star that

has just shone out in the sky to the solid ground beneath our

feet - I say that all of these are but dreams and shadows:

the shadows that hide the real world from our eyes. There is a

real world, but it is beyond this glamor, and this vision,

beyond these ‘chases in Arras, dreams in a career,’

beyond them all as beyond a veil 

~ from "The Great God Pan" by Arthur Machen ~ 


Through Neptune we seek fons et origo, Paradise lost and Paradise to one day be regained.