Things of Life

M-am desprins de tine  Precum o frunză de copacul ei-- Una verde, nu gata de moarte. Plecând, am născut o pădure, Și cutreierând-o adesea Ma scald in uimire...

     In a city, in a building, in a room, a baby philodendron arrived on a spring day, and started growing. He sat near the window and had a panoramic view of the city, and he liked stretching his aerial roots close to the warming unit, or hugging a sofa. He chatted with other plants in the indoor garden, watched movies, listened to humans' stories,  and fed on their dreams when they were sleeping.      Loving hands caressed the little philodendron and gave him water to drink, so he grew and grew and became quite a tree, filling the room with green. He was the prince of the garden and was greatly admired, and his every new leaf that he opened like a wing was celebrated with joy. It just happened that a girl was meeting with a boy in that room and they kissed under the philodendron's canopy. The philodendron got nourished by their energy, so he continued to grow and fill the room with his aerial roots.      After some time the girl and th...

I paint something I do not exactly see; But somehow I feel it-- Close, yet hard to grasp... I paint what is beyond...

 "I did not know that you carry so many crickets...  Their voices are soothing in a warm summer night when you locked away your flames;  it is lively as if wells and grass are all over...."  "I am kind of dull, yet full of life." "The other night you let a scorpion near my bed. Sorry I had to kill..." ... a sigh ...

Adults are growing too. Who said they don't...? Not growing taller, Or mature getting,  But the perfecting  Of understanding Deep to the core Of  life's issues.   There is growth  When I find peace  Upon a matter  And move above it  With some grace-- One way  Not "growing" old, I suppose.

Unele lucruri ți se întâmplă, Le traiesti, Te departezi putin, Apoi se aseaza pe ele o pătură fina. Si pleci cumva... Oare mai revii Vreodata Sa dai patura la o parte?

     Sometimes love affirmations bounce back as if they hit a hard wall...                                                                                  *      She is not a person to be liked. Unless you focus on her overall kindness, you see a woman that appears to have a taste for everything ugly: outfits, hairdo-s, lifestyle... (Why do I have in mind the women who early in the morning were going to tend to some neighborhood pigs near the house where I was growing up...?) As if ugliness is a form of holiness because she is indeed a religious person.      Then comes her habitual pestering of people with irrelevant matters. Which makes sense as she seems to be isolated from current realities and live in some sort of very peculiar bubble. ...