My Images & Thoughts

Ever noticed that from out of the deepest pain, can emerge the most wondrous beauty?

I want to scream,
rip my clothes,
tear out my hair,
gouge at my skin,
self destruct,
spontaneously combust,
swear and cry and yell and rant!

oh, and jump up and down...alot!

know wot I mean?

What's the point of any of it?

...of hating...

of loving...

of thinking or feeling...

of struggling or striving

or trying or screaming or crying or fighting or making up

or making love or softening or wishing or longing or needing or avoiding

or collapsing or getting started or running or hiding or asking for help

or caring or wanting

or pursuing or going to hell or giving up or forgiving or resenting

or pushing or encouraging or being positive or snapping or snarling

or judging or complaining or claiming or complementing

or competing or criticising or wishing or believing or hoping or

wanting to be heard or wondering or imagining or not listening or

fearing or awakening.

 

Why bother? Does anybody know?

not sure who wrote this but it's an excerpt from a forwarded email.
i thought it was very beautiful.
cheers.

"Giving someone all your love

Is never an assurance that they'll love you
back!

Don't expect love in return;

Just wait for it to grow in their heart

But if it doesn't, be content it grew in
yours."

I know a man who likes to pull weeds while he sits on the ground.
He says it’s very de-stressing.
He drops lawn seeds into the holes.

He looks out the window every morning
and goes down the back steps every day,
to see if some grass has grown.
He feels good when the fine green hairs appear.

I know a man who writes beautiful songs,
plays a beautiful guitar
and sings a beautiful voice.

The guitar is like a woman
and gets unhappy with him
when he forgets her.
He has to make up with her;
play, and talk to her lovingly
until she allows him
to release her beautiful sounds again.

I know a man who says he doesn’t think,
but bubbles instead.
Ideas and such bubble up in his brain;
quite different to thinking,
you see.

I know a man who lives on a farm
with several little huts dotted about
where family and friends
can come and stay.

He grows spinach,
watches birds,
and the cats wind round his legs,
purring and squinting.

I know a man who loves a woman
who likes to grow things too.
She finds her peace in the night sky,
watching clouds,
walking through forest,
and drinking from the river.

The woman is like a guitar
and misses him
when he is very busy;
so he strokes her
and talks to her lovingly
with his hands
and his lips
until she starts to sing again.

I know this man, who likes to grow grass...
he is a special and beautiful man.

A farm house on 500 acres
all to ourselves
surrounded by steep hills,
grazing sheep,
and a river.

We climbed those hills
and from the top
could see a horizon of ocean,
and feel gale force winds.

Up there, an eagle swooped us.
It was wild.
We laughed nervously
wondering if he meant it.

Fished for yabbies in a dam
there were none,
so we lay in the sun watching clouds
and kissing.

When night fell
the sky was so clear
and so intoxicatingly
full of stars,
we took our cushions onto the deck
and lay on our backs
counting meteorites.

When it got too cold
we went inside
and lit a fire.

We played cards
and drank vodka
We ate at the pub
and drank red wine

We lay in bed and read books.
We laughed
we cried
we stressed out
we recovered.

On the way home
we walked thru a rainforest
and drank from its river.
You could taste the rocks
and the mosses and the
beautiful life force.

The tree ferns
were like trees
with big hairy trunks
like a mammoths’ leg.

We walked all the way
to Mariners falls
and got drunk
on the negative ions.

Home was happy to see us
when we arrived
and her greeting was warm
as we came thru the door.

Soon we were unpacked,
washing done
and ready for the grind…
the daze of holiday euphoria
radiating in our smiles.

Hello and farewell,
a holiday awaits.
10 wonderful days
in a secluded spot.
So just in case you comment and I don't respond...
you'll know why.
See you when I return.
Take care...