[yeah]

we grow in trees.

[Venerdì di pioggia]

Ieri sera credo che un angelo entrò da mia porta
O un'altra luce tagliente e la pace - un piacevole
INTERRUZIONE al mio rigirarsi dei sogni
Ero stato a casa dei sogni
quella che cresce nella foresta o
forse era una foresta che cresce in esso
nella giungla d'asfalto.
Nevermind, sapevo perché ero lì, stavo cercando il tempo
quando ho sentito che nulla sarebbe mai cambiato (e tutto è cambiato).
Non potresti scuotendo mentre a fare la spesa oggi
da qualche parte tra le nettarine e mele, o forse
yogurt greco e edam, eri lì.
Pienamente consapevole che non avevo il diritto di intrattenere quel desiderio,
nessun diritto di tenerti lì, per chiedere se avessimo prendere le olive e quello che
sul caffè etiope (dovrebbe essere fairtrade) e
anacardi (organico, va bene ?)... Ma ho davvero voluto condividere
con voi questa esperienza mi fai così banali
pieno di sapore.
Come hai detto tu, quando si punta qualcosa che mettere in evidenza quelli
Non avrei mai pensato inizialmente, ma sembrano così validi ora
e intrigante.
Mille altri ti hanno voluto troppo, si tende a confondere la migliore
e so che abbiamo concordato su questo, non so cosa fare,
Non so dove diret i miei pensieri e non so è
è solo qualcosa che si fanno sentire le persone, io non lo so.
Anche se mi sarebbe ammettere che vorrei, io non sono sicuro di sapere come aprire le porte diluvio, che è quello che è una volta di profondità che non posso prevedere.
Il cielo mi aiuti.
C'è qualcosa di vero in questo, si è disposti a prendere dei bui e vedere e lasciare le luci, le mille domande e tanti piccoli sentieri con tutti i loro turni in modo eccentrico navetta, vi guiderà con me?
E io non voglio imporre nulla, basta aspettare.

[awaken]

shivering 5.15am wake up/
to the brightest morning/
sun where brisk flying horses/
had been brushed up been dusted/
came in to my dream with shiny prizes/
they had published us in the dream/
and it made me feel so confused/
you are my mountain where/
I have no permission to conquer so/
I will wait for the mirror that shows/
one captivating/
and pursued/
and an essential part of./

[About "Falling" in love]

This is a chapter that I found from http://www.relevantmagazine.com/life/relationship/features/26152-what-to-do-when-love-disappoints Flippin' genius. Read it! (the original too)

"Falling" in Love

I find it fascinating that our entire society’s view of love is based on such a spontaneous and unintentional action like “falling.” As a professional counselor, I have heard the word “falling” used to describe the act of entering into relationship on more than one occasion. Men and women struck so deeply by the emotion of love that they couldn’t resist it; they just “fell in love.”

Falling in love. An act over which one has seemingly no control. A movement of the heart that cannot be resisted. A desire of the flesh that cannot be satisfied until its thirst has been quenched. A chemistry, a spark, an emotional explosion that can neither be explained nor denied. A feeling that can plague the heart of men and women across all races, cultures and social classes.

It’s a beautiful concept. It’s the stuff fairy tales and Hollywood movies are made of. It’s the heart-fluttering, forehead-sweating, word-stuttering, stomach-knotting disease of love that cannot seem to be controlled by the people it infects. You can’t breathe, can’t think and can’t live without the object of your affection. It’s love, you see. Love at its finest.

Or is it?

Feelings and emotions are a valuable part of who we are as human beings. God gave them to us for a very special reason. They are the compass that points us toward the general direction we need to go. But sometimes, even compasses are not enough. Sometimes, even compasses get it wrong. Feelings are an incredible resource—but they were not made to stand alone.

Excitement, exhilaration, pleasure and thrill are the emotional components to a really great batch of “love.” But what happens when the feelings aren’t so right? Exhaustion, suffering, pain and disappointment. Broken dreams, hopes and even broken promises. What happens to love, then? I have the unfortunate role of seeing the foundations crumble for those who have built their relationships on the emotional sand of “falling in love.” When the rain comes, when the wind blows, those who took the unintentional fall of love find themselves unintentionally falling right back out of it.

That’s the thing I learned about the “feeling” of love—it was never meant to stand alone. It was never intended to be used as a noun: an object, a thing, a feeling, an idea. To do so is to do the concept of love a grave injustice. To do so is to reject the very definition of how God has asked us to love (1 Corinthians 13:4-8). The most dangerous part about the myth of falling in love is that it is based on a definition that has no sense of predictability or control. It offers no guarantees. If you can fall into it, you can surely fall out of it. It’s no wonder our country’s divorce rate hovers around 50 percent, with divorce among Christians tagging right along.

The truth is, love was never just intended to be, it was intended to do. DC Talk had it right when they wrote the song “Love Is a Verb” (or rather, “luv”). That’s the truth.

Frankly, it’s the hardest verb you will ever do. It’s a verb that requires a selflessness and altruism beyond any other experience on earth. It’s a verb that is not always felt but must always be chosen. It is a commitment to do what is right, even though the one standing before you may be entirely undeserving.

[≈LJmorningness≈]

small things that matter.
to have a large strong milky coffee
and a half of gallon of tea
for drinks at breakfast.
I like my drinks like I like men,
strong and gentle. [Haha.]

It could have been something
in the lack of sleep
but a night well rested
sense of freedom
that brought hope
I was smiling inside. [Haha.]

Sudden realization that I knew
so much, so many so near and far,
my treasures, these hidden connections
underlying and flying
across oceans and lands and mountains
It is called the Kingdom come.  [Haha.]

I bought two small trees with a hope
of a home and thought of
a man who shares his food
and didn't dare to wish but
decided to live and laugh and
be carefree. What is yours is
not away from me.  Joy
so contagious. [Haha.]

[0.07]

So if dying then just feels like
one is dying and has no life
And if breaking feels like
heart breaks and it aches

In You I find my place
All I need is to love
and let you love through me.
And trust
You make something beautiful
Out of me.