sâmbătă, 3 ianuarie 2009
miercuri, 17 decembrie 2008
"sunt lucruri care nu se fac"
ai putea sa minti ca sa fi acceptat?
ai putea sa ucizi ca sa-ti salvezi onoarea? ai putea sa-ti acoperi ochii, sa nu vezi ce n-ai putea ierta? ai putea sa zambesti cand iti vine sa scuipi? sa imbratisezi cand iti vine sa fugi? sa ramai cand simti ca mucegaiesti pe dinauntru? sa accepti ne-acceptatul de dragul "iubirii"?
ai putea fi complicele partenerului la comiterea unui lucru de neierat, si asta pentru ca iubirea ce i-o porti iti este calus?
ce ai fi in stare sa faci ca sa nu ramai singur?
marți, 18 noiembrie 2008
Invitation
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. "
by
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
marți, 7 octombrie 2008
miercuri, 24 septembrie 2008
Be yourself...everyone else is already taken
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