marble index

It's such a gamble when you get a face. It's fascinating to observe what the mirror does but when I dine its for the wall that I set a place.

title: Richard Hell and the Voidoids

You are in this world, but not of the world.

title: The Bible

tapestry by: will update soon

He was melancholy and seemed to relish his own sadness like an unusual condition, alien and delicious.

title: Beneath the Wheel by H. Hesse

photo: me&Anja

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.

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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

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...

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.

..all the earthly things they stop to play, for we are all breathless without you..

title: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

this sounds breathless, thank U

zamolkli premiki

Sto Alenka Rebula - Sto obrazov notranje moči

DVIGNJEN POGLED :: Želja nas nauči videti

Želja deluje počasi. Le počaasi postajamo vseljivi za njeno razkošno vrenje. Neopazno vstavlja žive celice v nenaseljeni prostor v nas.

Prebujanje se dogaja neslišno in v polsnu. Zamolkli premiki začenjajo pritiskati na stene srca, v nepredvidljivih trenutkih nas zajame nejasen in ganljiv nemr. Čutimo oklevanje svojih oči.

Nad našim vidnim poljem, nad črto obzorja, pod katero smo se vedno premikali se izpod pregnetenih ozvezdij izvijajo novorojeni svetovi.

Dvigniti je treba pogled in pustiti, da oči vzplavajo. Vzhajajoča ogromnost nas zajame in potegne k sebi. Pripada nam in se nam hoče dati. V osvobojenem pogledu zajamemo razmaknjeno obzorje, se zavihtimo na svojo srečno zvezdo in jo zajezdmo. Z rdečo grivo se poženemo v dir.

Dviganje pogleda je vaja za močna srca.