Barefoot

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Stop for a while,
Keep your shoes on,
Walk,
Look around you:

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photo sources: google
“walk”

Don’t they all look alike?
Don’t they all look like variations of colors splashed on a painting?
Some colorful, some cheerful,
Some dull, some indifferent and some faceless?
Doesn’t it feel like a theatrical, a play?
Some are good performers, some are not so good and some don’t fit in?
Sometimes you see their mouths open and close, yet you do not hear their voices, you do not feel marveled, you simply do not feel,
Or you might feel uneasy, unwell, un-amused, or shadowed by their intentions,
And Sometimes you just hear their voices without them speaking and feel their passion draw you to their characters?
What a challenge it is to see what you see, hear what you hear and feel as such; yet you cannot, except be in such a circle,

Now try to walk barefoot,
Walk on, look down, look up, and look around,
Feel the ground, the heat, the cold, and the pain in your feet:

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photo source: google
“Walk Barefoot, leave a foot print behind”

Don’t you feel exposed?
It feels good; it is the chance to know the truth, about yourself and about your surrounding,
Those who are unafraid to walk “barefoot” truly make the colors stand out of the painting, show the charisma of the performers, express the story, beam their light,
Make you shine,

The pictures, the play, the theatrical, the paintings, the characters,
Will feel real if they are genuine, and you will not feel exposed,
They will feel unreal, and …you will feel exposed
When you feel grounded, you are more attuned, and you will be able to know, to learn, to feel, to enjoy your “barefoot” pace, and walk longer no matter the ground,

People, who walked barefoot in history, are beacons of light today,
They knew the truth, shared it and taught it to those, who were not afraid to walk barefoot too,

Let us celebrate freedom and get exposed,
Fearlessly as we surround ourselves with the light,
Let us walk barefoot and enjoy every challenge,
The only ones really exposed are those who do not have the courage to walk barefoot
And those who do, walk on inexhaustibly and leave a footprint behind

Sound of Silence

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Sitting by the beach
Captivated by the twinkling water
I close my eyes and all I see
Is a beauty so divine, hidden beyond
The sound of silence.

moonlight by the beach

moonlight by the beach

Waves rise and fall
The moon shines above me
Leaving my shadow behind
Tides wash through my feet
Such a bliss to be touched by mother nature
To hear her song, feel her tenderness, her eternity
In the sound of silence.

meditating under the moonlight

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As I melt in this beauty,
I dwell in my inner self and I see a reflection of her
I hear her call
I watch her dance
I feel her touch
I sense her warmth, such an expression of love
I grasp her forgiveness
In the sound of silence.

She caresses my heart, she moves my soul, she welcomes me
Such a pure flow of generosity
She whispers
And I breath in, my dream
She whispers
And I Know.

In this night, the sky has shined its light
And my mother, has washed away my sorrow
And I regained my trust, my hopefulness, my star
I want to stay in her shelter forever
I want to hear her comforting rhythm, listen to her music
I want to linger in this serenity, I want to stay and hear that sound of purity

Awakening

Awakening

But I have to go back
I promised her to go back, I promised her to stay in touch
I promised her, I will keep listening to and hearing
Our sound of silence.

Surrender

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Truth be told
I was being caught
Held up in two worlds
Tried to fight, but then I realized,

I will only win if I surrender.

 

light in darkness

light in darkness

I gave it all I could
I tried all I can
I prayed to all, but I was still standing in that point,
That point of no return.

Years passed by until I found that a warrior is a winner no matter how
It was lack of faith, abandonment and hate that caused this feeling of defeat.

A teacher told me the other day
Surrender is the key to winning back your life and continuing your unexplored journey
Just look out for the signs.

surrender to miracles

surrender to miracles

Surrender and let it be
Surrender and you will see
Surrender to life
And give faith a chance
Believe yourself a winner in such circumstance
And so it shall be.

when the time is on

Yogi Bhajan “when the time is on”

Surrender like a hero, show up, stand up,
Trust in that miracle
Surrender to your dream
Make room for it to manifest
Surrender, fight with life, not against it
Trust and you shall see
The light within you will shine past the fields, across the sea
Glistening like crystals, outshining any dark stuck from that past.

Surrender, surrender, surrender,
And win the fight
Life is fair and you shall see it all
Unfolding like a miracle which you once thought is hard to behold.

Trust, surrender, love and ignite,
You are the winner after all!

you are a winner after all

you are a winner after all

 

Pressed for Words

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Words are tossing and turning in my head as I try to attune.

 

Michelangelo-"i am still learning"

“Ancora Imparo” Michel Angelo, age 87


I am looking for that right rhythm, to share with you my latest journey that features, gurus, great personalities, and real people, or in humble words, ambassadors of life and love, who have started making a difference, in my world and soon hopefully in yours.

I am pressed for words, there is so much going on, in my mind, which is telling me to “write,write, write” and express how I feel, this is so overwhelming, as I want to give this topic and those great people and mentors, real justice in my writing, and those who know me, are aware how this comes through, writing for me, is a metaphysical experience…I let my fingers do the work as they type through tapping on the keyboard like magic wands, and I see and read the outcome in the end…so let’s see what they want to say :)

I am pressed for words, as my title goes, for the intention today, is not made up only of words or stories or poems or visuals, it is rather a frequency that I want to share, a frequency that I was able to tap into after being so enriched by an amazing teacher whose name started reaching new corners of the world, his teachings are “technologies” that exist within each and every one of us…and are more powerful than basic science can explain. For those who are interested to know more and if you are not familiar with the name, he is Yogi Bhajan. He is a master, a leader and a guru.

Yogi Bhajan

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His student, “New York Times best-selling author of May cause miracles”, life changing motivational speaker, one of YouTube’s next Vloggers, also featured on Oprah’s Super Soul Sundays, Gabrielle Bernstein, appeared in my life when I really needed the proper literature and logical conviction to trust, to let be, and to let go. The answer was simply in believing in miracles and by “adding more ing” into my life.

 

Gabrielle Bernstein

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with permission

We all deserve to be happy, abundant, healthy and good in our own right, no matter how much we are challenged and disrupted by negative energies that try to squeeze into our happiness. Although it is very easily said, but it does take willpower, real intention, focus and honesty to attain.

Sunshine

Sunshine

There is so much energy out there that we can tap into, to help ourselves, help others, and enjoy the journey as we go by, we can only do that by learning from the wise and carrying their message of truth, beyond the borders of our pen, reaching out to our universe and extending their teachings to our circles, while ensuring proper credit, appreciation and gratitude is given to them, for they are such amazing people who left a trace in this world, touched million’s of peoples lives, created an intelligent awareness that made this world look smaller, feel better, and be more connected in space and time. 

In love, light and gratitude to the masters of today, and yesterday, and my beautiful followers, I close this post. I hope that it has inspired you, as much as it has inspired me, to dig deeper and find answers, so that you can embark on your next journey and start a new story to share.

I know my new journey has just begun…

Nadine

Message from a Rose

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As I am having my coffee this morning,

my morning coffee

my morning coffee-thoughts and messages

 

I remembered a lovely conversation I had yesterday with a dear friend, who shares a lot with me in this realm and beyond and so an urge overtakes me from a word, a symbol, she made me notice, and I write;

Message from a Rose

message from a rose

message from a rose

In the dark cold night,
I can feel the warmth,
Wrapped by the moonlight, covering my every being,
Shining its beauty upon me and reflecting my love of existing,

lovely roses

message from a rose-my love of existing

In the morning breeze,
I feel the joy of freedom,
The freedom to share my beauty, to thrill your senses, to inspire your passion,
As the sparkling morning dew on my skin, twinkle in the sun, like diamond droplets,
I am visited by a butterfly who knows, what it’s like,
To live in the colors, to bathe in the sun, to spread your wings, to live in the moment,

roses and butterflies

message from a rose-live in the moment

In the garden of life I exist,
I will only make sense, to those who are in touch with their truth,
I will only reflect beauty, to those who can admire and appreciate my splendor,
I will fill your life with magical scents, that you will be able to smell me long after I am gone,

roses and beauty

message from a rose- you live on

And remember my message.

 

remember my message

from a rose-remember my message

Beauty and Beyond—Painting with Words—A Dedication

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I usually close my eyes and words start flowing through my fingers like magic. This time around, the topic is very precious that my words are being weighed in divinity before I type. This topic is fragile and close to my heart, so writing this requires a lot of consideration as it concerns, the most precious, beautiful, gifted, considerate, delicate, yet powerful beings I have encountered in my journey so far. “They are real women who touched my life .” And so, let us listen to what I have to say and what will come out from my Gypsy Soul.

A dignified image, a portrait of colors,
Scents of courage that feed the senses,
A gentle warrior, armed with words of wisdom,
You are the representation of beauty, a woman who stands by her own word,
A magnificent light, an embodiment of zen, a force of nature,

Portrait of a real woman

Portrait of a real woman

Your eyes tell a thousand stories,
You are the representation of love.
A woman of substance and glory,
You are the manifestation of authenticity,
A woman with eternal hopes and genuine mutual desires, equality reigns your universe,
You are the source of mystery, spreading delightful energy,
A woman who engraves history, today,

Michelangelo-"i am still learning"

“Ancora Imparo” Michel Angelo, age 87

You are the role model, an intelligent being inside out,
A woman, an idol, a peaceful warrior, an entrepreneur, an artist, a painter, a writer, an author, a mentor, a speaker, a worker, an athlete, a champion, a fighter, a photographer, a chef, a designer, a mother, a confidant, an aunt, a sister, a friend, a grandmother, a colleague, a fellow blogger, a neighbor, a relative, an acquaintance,
You are any of this and more,
I salute you;
A genuine woman with a mission,
No matter where you are in life,
You are beauty and beyond.

Shadows of Light

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Light discerning upon us, like flames,
Sometimes it’s pretty, sometimes it’s an illusion and sometimes it burns,

shadows of light

Shadows of light

Troubled by the past, cheated by the present, abandoned by the truth,
A hint of time, a longing for joy, a fear of deceit, from a pattern of unfaithfulness that keeps disturbing my peace,
A bond that keeps unlocking itself, as I grow older,

Abandoned

Abandoned by the truth

A treasure that reveals an empty box every time I touch it,
I know, I am being tried, tested and controlled, as cliché as it may sound,
I am being tried and tested, yes, for my endurance, but I cannot be controlled, that, no,

endure the test of time

Endure the test of Time

A Gypsy like me lives with an untamed soul, that can and will survive it all,

Listen to the Music

Untamed Gypsy soul

So I shall dance with the shadow until the light will learn to embrace it, and, reveal…

Dance with the shadow

Dance with the shadow

The mix of mysterious emotions,
The present characters, no matter how close,
Who will remain those shadows in my life, until they learn to dance with the lights and reveal them passers by.

 

Can you Hear the Music?

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Listen.

Can you Hear the Music?

Can you feel the Music?

There is a wave of warmth,
Approaching as we wait,
I know it is taking time to manifest,
But can you hear the cold melting?
Can you feel the breeze of love?
Can you touch the colors of freedom?

Dancing of the soul

Dance with the Colors

Listen.
The music is getting closer,
It is a symphony of life,
Wake up from your misery,
The music is loud and clear.

Listen to the Music

Listen to the Music

Dance, dance, to the rhythm of this trance,
Get in touch with your soul,
Smell the fields of roses,
Watch the butterflies,
Hear the spring,
Bathe in the river,
Touch the sun,
Fly with the eagle.

Dance in the colors

Dance in the Colors

Listen.
Can you hear the music of freedom,
As it lights up your soul?
Run, run with the wind,
Dance, dance with the fire,

Dance by the Fire

Dance by the Fire

Flow, flow with the rhythm,
Just close your eyes,
And be.

Can you hear the Music?

Out of Breath

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A chat between illusion and reality, an eruption of feelings…

This forest is so dense,
It is too dark, misty and cold,
I can hear the ice cracking its jokes,
I can feel my breath breaking,
I am alone.

darkforest

Dark Forest

I am running and,
I cannot catch my breath,
This place is too immense,
It is too damp and the ground too steep,
I am trying not to fall,
I am holding tight to stay alive,
I do not belong in this dimension,
I just stopped breathing and I fell in this unfamiliar place,
Above me is a place too dark and below me is a swamp.

swamp

Swamp

When will the sun come out?
My lovely sun, that keeps me warm, and envelopes me with love and protection,

sunMy lovely Sun

As I face this place that has tried to steal my soul and locked me in this dark cold forest,
I wish for the light, and in my mind I am running towards it,
Searching for a glimpse, looking for a sign, nothing can be seen.

I hate this noisy silence,
I hate this fake smile,
I hate this strange pat on the back,
I hate this look of deception,
I hate this pretense,
I hate this indifference.

Why? Why am I out of breath?

I was once a dancing Gypsy living under the sun,

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I was a child of the light, blowing golden dust and breathing into the endless fields of lavender,

Lavender Field

Lavender Fields

Why am I in this dark place? Who has cast a spell?

I will not stop running,
I will not give up,
I will keep on searching for the light,
I will not stop dreaming of my sun,
I will not stop breathing,
I will not stop dancing,

Photo credit: Dorina Costras

Photo credit: Dorina Costras

I might be out of breath now,
But I am not out of soul.
I will come out of this dark miserable place and,
I will forgive you for throwing me there,

Gypsywoman

I will breathe, I will breathe again and,
Even if you hurt me,
I will blow you some golden dust, to fill your icy heart with love, and color your life with light,

blowmagicdustGypsy magic dust

I am a Gypsy with an eternal soul,
I sometimes stop breathing,
I live different lives,
I taste different flavors,
I fall, I die, I stop breathing,
But my willpower is my fight,
For my life is a beaming light,
And I always emerge…
I dance for love, I breathe for adventure,
I am peace, and I bring peace wherever I land,

Love and Light

Love and Light

I breathe, I breathe, I breathe light.

Will You Tell My Story?

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Will you Tell My Story?

In a book?
In a narration?
In a documentary?
In a poem?
In a movie?
In an act?
In an article?

embrace your words

No.

My story and yours…. is not final,
It is the beginning of a journey to many lands, far, so faraway,
Places so divine that only you and me will know,

a look over my shoulder

Will you Tell My Story?

No.

I am the wind that you breathe,
The heart that beats,
The Love that never ends,
The soul that doesn’t rest .

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Will you tell My Story?

No.

There is no story to tell,
Day by day, hour-by-hour you design your life,
You are the story.

the world at your finger tips

Will you tell My Story?

No.

What is to tell?

A story of a beautiful soul, traveling and learning about life and beyond,
A story so divine that only the rare ones will learn,
A story with an open page for equal minds to walk in and share,
A story left blank for you and me to write, what we desire,
A story to paint with musical colors, creating songs of eternal tunes,
A story unlike any other,

Not written,
Not narrated,
Not seen,

A story where you and me live and dance amongst the words of the universe,
A story shining so bright, from the accumulation and synchronicity of our events,
A story of many chapters, yet not one page to tell,

Will you Tell My Story?

No.

Just feel it, with every sign, with every sense, with all your might.

sun

You ARE the Story.