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When The Music Starts…

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When The Music Starts…

My heart sings!

My life beats with happiness…

My senses are overwhelmed with joy,

My existence, suddenly makes so much sense,

My reason to be, me.

I miss you.

So far apart, 

We have been destined

To meet once,

To fall in love,

To see ourselves in each other’s eyes…

To turn the desert into an ocean,

To swim with our emotions,

To pray and to find out,

We were together in the past.

We are years apart, and memories have faded,

Yet those sparks of love, remind us,

That we once existed, together.

Lovers, oceans apart,

And we met only once.

When the music starts-

I miss you.

Smiles and butterflies

Tomorrow is a new day

Honour Your Word…

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He told her lets make a promise that both of us will never break…and break he did of every part of her heart. They were young and so in love. But it is true when they say time changes everything and every one. So here is the story of a gypsy traveling in time…

During one of my Gypsy soul travels, I had landed in a place where my intuition, my gut feelings got impeded in a masquerade, and as I was enjoying the party, the dress ups, the music, the glitter, the dancing, I couldn’t make up at that time, the show was just a “bal masqué” and the lesson I learnt later on, it was just a dress up party, that I took too seriously and believed those characters behind the masks… anyways, seems like everyone had taken their part too seriously as well, and so cheers to them!

Life should go on I tell myself as I have to mend that gypsy heart of mine with every dawn, convinced that this too shall pass,

“Just dance with the music, enjoy the masquerade, honour your mask, for masks, just like words will fall off one day and will uncover what lies behind”.

Honour your word, for what do you get to lose? You might have thought that it is just a word, right?

A word you said, a promise you made, a hug you gave, a time you spent, a moment you shared, a hand you shook, can not be long forgotten, even if you might think so, or you might want to believe or make believe,

Don’t play the double standard game, it will come back to haunt you…wherever you are in life, a day will come and you will realise, this mask you had on, this act you put, is short lived,

You might have underestimated that person because you thought less of them, blinded by your ego and by your indifference,

That day, when you ignored, became cold, pretended you never said what you said, or intended what you said…

Words have memories you see…they get engraved in the universe, they fly in the air, they travel in space,

Words have power you see…they echo in the past, they shine in the moment and they travel in the future, then they flow back at you in the now, no matter when now will be…

Words are magic codes driven by intention, so say what you mean and mean what you say…words are like a boomerang,

Words are colour, words are sound, words are emotion, words are truth, words are real, words are passion, words are love…

Words are vibrations, so strong they can even change the shape of a snow flake,

Words are beautiful, sacred transactions, make them blessed, by the simple act of honouring your word.

This post was written 6 years ago and was never published the context was different. But since this topic is universal, I realised 6 years ago I had never thought I will publish it with such a cause in mind.

What if…?

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What if?

What if today was the beginning of spring and the end of my Gypsy soul journey?
What if tomorrow is winter and the beginning of my adventure?

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What if today, I truly find peace and tomorrow,
I will be remembered for my lost days, my lonesome trips, my plea for love?

What if I land in a place where I am not left alone, where every creature knows how to love,
where family is not a word, where sadness is non existent.

Today, I long for eternity.
I want to go back, I am ready.

words live on

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What if life, will forgive me and I can be set free, to a place that knows no time, no pain, no fear, no hate, no commitment except that of love, of giving and of mastery.

Today, I am ready to go back,
and leave that memory.

words are eternal

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What if, that time, is today?

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

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.

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.

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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?

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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 .

writers' life mission

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.