Sade Sati :: Cycles of seven

I try to be gratefull for every year of learning. And never return. Every year, someone, not expected, would surprise me. This year I got a homework.Yoko Ono’s Cleaning Pieces. Try. See what happens.

Idle youth. Enslaved to everything, by being too sensitive. I have wasted my life.

title: Arthur Rimbaud

Car nous sommes où nous ne sommes pas.

title: Pierre-Jean Jouve

 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep, 

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

poem: Robert Frost

Cul De Sac

y o u . a m a z e . m e .

Yes, both mazes are savable.

If you want one, just ask.. you may also print it here.
I`d like to imagine somone would print it and send it to someone, by real mail, together with a color pencil.

While hearts arise...

Wings Of Desire

title: Der Himmel über Berlin

Last night... I dreamt of a stranger... Only with him could I be lonesome... open up to him... wholly open, wholly for him. Welcome him wholly into me... surround him with the labyrinth... of shared bliss.

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Letzte Nacht träumte ich von einem Unbekannten, meinem Mann. Nur mit ihm konnte ich einsam sein, offen werden für ihn, ganz offen, ganz für ihn, ihn ganz als Ganzen in mich einlassen, ihn umschließen mit dem Labyrinth der gemeinsamen Seligkeit. Ich weiß, du bist es.