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what i see is not the tangible. it is the feeling of seeing.

what i feel is not the seeable. it is the pulsing of my heart. the living cells in my blood. the thickness. of my texture. the oxygen that runs through my veins.

what i live is not a life. it is the sense of aliveness that lives inside me – my soul. it is the meaning that is written in the redness of my blood.

my blood carries the history of my ancestors – the death and the life. my blood is the root of my existence and the wisdom of my soul.

my blood is red. thick. dark. it is the life force that runs through my existence.

the awareness of the pulsing force of my blood teaches me that i am here to observe. to learn. to feel things. to feel into and then try to understand. to know when to pause. when to go. when to stop completely. knowing those subtle yet strong signs piercing through my heart, pulsing from my centre and soul straight to yours. The connection.

Empathy. It is all about that. The dying. The acceptance of death. inside. every day. so that the reborn manifests.

the creation of that very space of freedom. that power that makes us immortal. as souls.

the acceptance of nothingness and letting everything flourish into space. inside and outside of us.

knowing that we know nothing. and being able to learn the new every day. learning to be wrong every day. the abondment of the self. the dying inside every day. to be reborn again. in order to live again. a life where nothing remains but love. and nothing exists but silence. in your breath. the place where love manifests and lives eternally. the space where the feeling of love for you is. that love that we share. my prayer before i go to sleep. that love that lives no matter what. whatever that “no matter what” means.

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gypsy eyes

thanh

This poem is dedicated to a dear soul I deeply love
and the magic he creates in my heart…when feeling, singing, playing his guitar…his music is an infinite breath of magical art!
The breeze caresses me
giving me the sense to be
you pass by
it is like a lullaby
You say “Hi”
I sense it is never gonna be a good bye
only an endless cry of emotions that fly
over the limit of the dark blue sky.

Our eyes cross
and I let go of the loss
incarnated in my heart
had no way to start
without you leading me to a chart
of living musical art
that’s where I put all I had a part.

Gypsy eyes! Gypsy eyes!
You weep off the ice and embrace me
how nice!

This feeling of warmth on a cold summer day
is the poetry of every day
wait till it’s May, then we can stay…
and our hearts won’t need to pay
cuz it can simply go its way…
towards infinity
through inner calamity
the colours of our souls celebrate immortality.

Gypsy eyes! Gypsy eyes!
So deep.
I can’t sleep…
Gazing moonlight
touching my soul by candlelight so deep inside
eliminating my fright
taking me on an endless flight where the dark night lightens up
like the hot flames of a fire
showing me the story of the dream to admire.

Hand by hand
we land and understand that
what was planned is the manifestation of an eternal poetic end.
Ecstasy of love.
Words which flow soundless
guiding me to a place
where I gaze at the water by the river
and I feel the shiver
Gypsy eyes transforming silver
filling my heart with glimmer.
Gypsy eyes! Gypsy eyes!
Taking my heart in your hands and kissing it till the end…
Poetry in a soul kissing me in the flow…

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