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Beauty and Beyond—Painting with Words—A Dedication

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Beauty and Beyond—Painting with Words—A Dedication

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,

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“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.

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Swamp

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

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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,

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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,

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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,

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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.

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You ARE the Story.

Let’s Eat Cake–Happy 14.01.14

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Nadine mikhael 14.01.14

Lovely day to celebrate with my lovely fellow-bloggers, friends, followers and life.

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Slice of cake- Melting journey

Today is a lovely day, so let’s eat cake,

Let us enjoy every bite from every side,

Let us get mesmerized by the taste,

Let us drown in the beauty of the make,

Let us bite off every bitter day that passed,

Let us wish for a better day that will ascend,

Let us melt in the sweet aroma of chocolate,

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Chocolate birthday cake

Let us savor the freshness of the strawberries,

Let us enjoy today, and call upon the fairies,

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Fairy-blessed birthday

Let us eat cake, and share my birthday wishes with you and the universe,

Today, I say,

Thank you universe,

Happy days to come, Happy thoughts to be shared,

Happy friends to keep, Happy people to meet, and a Happy 14.01.14 to last in my memory,

And I pray, that my life will be filled with candles that last for eternity,

Birthday candles

Birthday candles

Transmitting  light and love to every genuine soul, to every friend, everyday,

Today is a day to celebrate, so let us eat cake,

Let us blow the candles together, sending sparks of love, gratitude and appreciation with full force,

Fairy birthday wishes

Fairy birthday wishes

Today is a lovely day, and I enjoyed eating my cake and blowing my candles, with all of you.

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Feathers

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You make me think,
You make me dream,
You make me realize,
We all can fly.

Feathers

Fly

As I walk through the maze of life,
I look for signs,
I look for fallen feathers on the ground,
With each lovely feather, I see a dream, an emotion, driven by freedom,
I learn of the messages this universe wants to convey, for you were once roaming above, touching freedom, coloring the sky, holding the wind and releasing beautiful energy,

Beautiful Feather

Beautiful Feather

You were once part of a cherished soul that decided to let you go, so down you swirled and touched the ground, you drifted in the pond, you fell in the lake, you swam in the ocean, wherever you have bounced,
I thank you for the wisdom, I thank you for the signs, I thank you for your beauty,

Now I know.

This post is dedicated to my beautiful grandmother who crossed over early this month. I miss you grandma. Until we meet again.

Life and beyond

Life and Beyond

On Light and Love-November Mysteries

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On Light and Love-November Mysteries

In the event that November is the month of an awakening in humanity according to many sources; a solar eclipse, a frosty moon, a new age, a new channel, a new chapter in our existence, symbolized by the Phoenix that promises a rise above and beyond to those who seek and to those who deserve.

I welcome November and it’s long awaited mysteries and light, with my post that was hanging in as a draft for the last 2 months:

Soul of a Gypsy was born during a phase in my life in which I needed to break free from physical existence, and connect with what is beyond, where my words would travel through the universe, and introduce me to great minds and souls, and connect us through a common power known as “the word” and it doesn’t seize to amaze me how it continues to do so until today.

It is true that breaking from the physical connection was wonderful, however as I still do exist in this physical dimension, it became difficult for me to transition or balance, especially that the physical dimension was putting a lot of pressure to continue my journey as per its rules, otherwise I wouldn’t stand a chance of survival. So another challenge was awaiting me around the corner and while I tried resisting, it would push back until I felt so helpless, and on the verge of defeat, when a friend from across the globe (you might have guessed how we met), got in touch and told me “things are going to get better”. It wasn’t until she mentioned to me, a word, a symbol, a thought, something that I had long forgotten….“Light”

Light, a simple yet such powerful element, that any living and breathing being needs, to grow, to breath, to “synthesize”  and so is a simple thought that desires to emerge into reality, it will require light.

What an amazing fact, anything needs love and light to grow, to live, to breath, to be nurtured and to survive in the now and beyond.

Thanks to my friend, light now overshadows the dark and it will always do.

So November, here you are shedding your light and rays, and here I am anticipating again, an emergence of humanity into light, a better new age and a better tomorrow!

And so be it.

My Gypsy Soul- Defined

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Gypsy soul defined

Gypsy soul defined

This pretty much summarizes who I am and what I am searching for.

I am a traveler in space, searching for the truth, the truth about everything, in a world full of chaos and clutter.

Nadine Mikhael

“Welcome to My Journey”

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A Look Over my Shoulder

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A Look Over my Shoulder

Touched by beauty and by magic, I realize this painting of mine is not for sale.

As I look through my life, I realize I’m just a passer by and my search for the truth is leading me to different paths, some good and some not so good, and none have shown me the answer.

Where do I look, where do I search, who will I meet and who will I see, who will I trust and who will I love?

Can it be that my journey is coming to an end?

Life. I hate to break it to you, but it is not and it will not, for my Gypsy soul is eternal and I am a child of the universe.

Life. You tried to beat me many times, but I have grown strong, I have grown.

Destroy you tried, hate you sent, lies you made, but you have not designed me… for I am a Gypsy with a free soul..

My existence is an ever changing painting, so colorful, so beautiful, so alluring, you cannot destroy me or my story. Try you may.

Hear me out, for I will only say it once!

My will to live, to create, and to be free is stronger and more powerful than your will to destroy.

My life is a painting and it is not for sale.

I will look over my shoulder only to see a new canvas, everyday, colored with hope, love, good people, great mentors and happy souls.