on a red carpet.

On a red carpet in a violet balloon i roam above the oceans below.
Patches of green hidden in grey clouds r new to eyes that century lost in space
of nothing and all.
Nowhere a challenge is found, how u and i
2human can become one of all that there is alive.
This balloon is showing me the way of past becoming future in present reaching out for us2.
Couse i love u.
Everything about u.
Destructive forces are pure in here, can see but beauty, hear but smile, feel but love.
And that is how the earth is of u and i.
My love.

A stor ry

On the side of u trusting is easy. Memories of looking for it got in a way and r let go. So fine ur. Truth does matter when all is allright!

One summer morning sun just got up i rolled down the sandy hill to touch the ocean clean from the rest of the humans and i jumped in. Wanted to see it big as it was millions years ago. When sprouted fish were dominating the planet as green as the wildest jungle somewhere here. Island was a cozy pillow laying in a caribbean sea.
Blondie dreamed of a place like that and took its time  made splashing heart living its full power line.
Now, nothing could be in a way but a chat of someone like i was years till i got away.
"Oh, sun burning this skin, water in drops am ur milk, take my juice and share it with the rest that somehow got lived as if it doesnt exist in most splendid form of life. Perfection is in thoughts, fading, keep fading what desires made me of me."
So i was receiving a love bite still shown in the eyes. Hidden well yet not from him.

One turn and was captured. Love spreaded round the beach, he the way he turned cells into slavery for a bit to long to recognize it as a dream, illusion of this new land. It was real.

a bit to short.

nobody gives me thrill like u do.
leaves r green or brown, im counting
love story on my mind, so slow
can feel way it turns me on, my baby.

u got the flow that is singing my song
u got the eyes of a floor i wanna stand in
something might say ur a fool
don't bother, life is a bit to short
to matter.

Crazy

Who?

Steady rock, hard by the water. Throw it.
First kiss, remember, taste. Keep it.
Salty spread all over chocolate, wonder, ask. Believe it.
Musk of ocean, beach and sun. Look for it.
Who is u, me or what. Matter not, lie.
Is a tear to wash my skin? Ask not, feel.
My mind shouts. Listen, putt it aside.
Maybe, baby, flash ur. Take it by ur side.
Date done, morning came out. love it.
Tonight once more open the door. Breath it and laugh it out.
Live a bright sight on life.

Still i live

Yeah, no worries there!
But it is taking me some time to remember what else i like to do!? Did u notice perception of time how very much it has changed!?
Oh, yes, im not talking only couse im older, but Earth is having its deeply renovating trip with us on her back! And she is nothing but a bug on the back of univers and on and on and on..
Take care and be gentle. It must be strong for us all..is it?!

Im up with thoughts and down with periods as woman as being. And woman's sense is telling me stories.

Beautiful, confusing, powerful, clear ..its just some old memories that are holding not quite helpful paths, passive reality activations..Must be a child of the old world. And i carry 33 earthly years. Only!

I wonder if past went so fast and turbulent what only can future hold. Looking present as if aliens are living among us clearing their true story again and again..Yes, yes..call it conspiracy and all. If Obama is elected in 2012 we are facing a 3rd world war. But it make sense. So much good is awakening and that can only mean the opposite is rising with same amount of power. More destroyed, more new can start..ah..balance understanding. chaos.

U see u can watch news and tv and how mouth are opening, but (must be that woman) sense is sharing a different version of truth. Its all a bla bla performance. politics, fancy type of show. Getting famous. And much more. We label it Mystical. Why?! Because it is carrying out plans from thousand of years ago. it is a continuing process of specific intelligence, something opposite of common good!
Obama who's cute boy ur, what game ur putting on!?

One more thing.
We r all aliens to one another, more now. Strange, interesting..Time is revealing purposes so clear now. And people are able to see it more and more...Well, people..what ever that means..

If u seat on another planet watching down what goes on here, u laugh and cry at the same time.a game of two forces striking together not seeing anything else but opposite from it self. Can it be?! Let me have a look again.

Waith..i can see::::. Clear thin line on the horizon!!! U know something in between of up and down, day and night, earth and sky, u and i!
UAAAAAAAAAAAAU
always, everything is possible.

Full moon

Beauty is a form of genius - is higher, indeed, than genius, as it needs no explanation. It is of the great facts in the world like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in dark water of that silver shell we call the moon.

Oscar Wilde

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Ignorance is the night of the mind, a night without moon or star.

Confucius

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Don't judge any man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins.

Indian Proverb

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Volki

Let

Let know
where flow
is caught
in a thought
in minutes
in cords
in steps
in laughter
in a drop
in a mirror
in faith
in u
...
and most of all
let know when flow
is caught in a
wish to come.
Others than ones that
simply blow minds and
leave treasures of hearts
behind. Ha..?!
Let.

Another walk.

We Can say there is a regret in my head for not doing old connections firm and active. Being alone for a long time with always new people coming and going it made sense that ur always alone. As only constant in life u and ur self with relationship with outside, that is like changing photocolage.
Walking the old paths by the river is very much walking old memories. Obviously not for u to remember the old times but seeing something old with new eyes. Or old as something new.
U seat, observe. Water flow, birds, trees, and ur IN(the moment and time and self). U go home , u connect with that through what ur good at. We named it Art, and than u find ur self again, seeking the connection, to what we call greatness. Expressing, reacting on a great experience of being there, complete by the river on that walk, than make it art it appears to be an actual cut. As if ur cut ur self from the flow and allowing ur self to step into one moment where something great revealed to/through u.
And only after coming out creation u r glory about making it happen or doubt for not doing it well u seak human factor to connect and compare . U can step so in in out of the view u r broth up that feeling closeness of belonging seams important. It is also the thing that pushes u back into ur own path of searching, understanding. or simply just letting be without putting it somewhere.

Yet exciting knowledgment is that cuts becomes not so clear and they start to fade after accepting this new views and let them flow, with no big in and out reality jumps.

sweetest thing..

The road may roll in front.
but means nothing
if my step dont follow!

Roses red and blue,
my favorite things.
As river goes around red stone,
My dwelling heart jumps of joy
makes eyes not look for more.

..and ears can hear.

U know ur
my my my
just like that.
Damn, i like my
favorite sweetest thing.
Makes me go in front,
gives meaning to road.

Oh, what is up falling down?!
A woman without a favorite sweetest thing!

A poem!

slowly 's going
to slow.
impatiente i get.
hungry, confused.
thinking nothing will do..
than sad ill be again.
i see i see
love and peace
they make me flow
this life, this choice
another and again.

fast , slow, so strong.
show, go, ill say
feel, be, make sense.


sometimes
i can let go
wish is more.
to little is to understand
against what is known.

by, Nina, jajaja