Thursday, November 24, 2011

In loving memory of my cat

"Slinky Malinki was blacker than black,
a stalking and lurking adventurous cat.
He had bright yellow eyes, a warbling wail
and a kink at the end of his very long tail.

He was cheeky and cheerful, friendly and fun,
he'd chase after leaves and he'd roll in the sun.
But at night he was wicked and fiendish and sly.
Through moonlight and shadow he'd prowl and he'd pry."

Saturday, November 12, 2011

To wonder about wandering mist

Maybe you are never alone,
Maybe you never wander on your own,
Maybe you are walking in a forest, or by a peaceful river.
Angels always surround you, and maybe friends are always there.
But maybe too dark a place makes it difficult to see, to not see.
To see what is not there, and to not see what is there...

Maybe someone lights up a candle just for you,
and candle light goes a long long way,
But candle lights dont last that long, do they?
And so if you must walk in a dark place,
maybe next time, bring the light with you.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Every empty park bench has a story

Out in a small rugged old town there is a park with alot of life. It has a park bench where two old friends once used to sit and both giggle and silent away.

Towards the end of each day, a man sits on it alone. He listens to the birds whistle and sing, watches the children play and observes the people walking on the park trail.

Meanwhile, surrounding the trail and bench wanders a little girl with starry curious eyes in the grassy field. She is seeking flowers, the first signs of spring flowers. People always tell her that it is far too early on and that she will never find any flowers, yet she keeps looking for them.

Unnoticed, this little girl walks up to the man and asks
'Why are you talking to the wind?'.
He looks a little startled but shortly responds kindly
- 'Because the wind carries prayers'.

And as the girl grew up, she carried that with her and nowadays the spring flowers are always there in time for her.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

A piece of my Love story

Often I have said "I will not go on another journey, this road is beyond the heights of the earth".
And your grace ignites me, saying;
'You are already on a journey my love..
Go my dearest, do not be afraid, my love will escort you. There shall be no danger to you. It is when you go into strange lands, you will have time to mature, then you will return with learning and accomplishment...'
My love, may I never journey without you!

Saturday, August 6, 2011

High trees catch lots of wind

When you have lost your strength, he will keep you moving.
When you have lost your way, he will guide you there.
And when you have lost all your courage, he will take your fear.
Like a bird with broken wings, he will always remind you that it is not how high you fly but the song you sing.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

The Little Mermaid

Only now did it appear to me. Ariel, the little mermaid in the deep blue ocean had Everything
! But she did not have Legs to walk on Land.
She always wanted to walk up there with the others but as she desperately tried to, she would just splash her way in the dry sand as they laughed at her. Hence, she always returned to her ocean. But then someone came along and gave her the greatest gift of all, the gift of absolution. A pair of legs. And you can bet they all lost their faces, for little did they know that She could walk with such grace.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

A Sun set to rise

Live by the sun,
Love by the moon.

The Sun loves Earth,
As the Moon loves the Sun.
So when the night slowly wraps us,
The moon appears between the sun and earth.
In a dark embrace the sun begins to wander and dream.
As she ~set the stars rare beauty will lit up her sky until her ~rise comes again.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Mine is the night, with all his stars

At night the sky becomes very dark.
The clouds gather and thicken,
But the moon is very light.
Shining upon the stars,
he can see her smile.

Monday, July 11, 2011

The girl who hates goodbyes

Him and I made a goodbye letter.
We shred it into a million pieces and set it on fire,
I held the letter and he lit the match.
We watched it disappear with the wind as it's flame died down.
It left it's trace but it is better of gone.
Like a boat set to sail it would depart and fade,
And should it ever return, it will only be welcomed.

Heaven was dark for a very long time. But now the sun peeks and shines forth. Some rainclouds still pass by now and then, but they don't last as long. At least that is how I see it.
A Good bye from me, for me.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Written in the stars

A life enchanting like magic, dramatic like in the movies and melodic like a lovesong. Reality can be heavy and challenging together with destiny that is unclear and hidden, but written in the stars. Also hidden, behind the moon in the light of the stars, the Dream and Love can give you courage and hope.
But on Love, should you dare to trust it?
Out there in the moonlight where your destiny is hidden in hope and peace, maybe you can't see what awaits you, but at least it is written in the stars... You may never touch the stars, but if you follow them they will surely lead you. It may not be where you intended to go but will almost always end where you need to be.

Sunday, June 26, 2011


First year of medical school was a whirlwind. To say you have a busy calendar feels like the biggest understatement of the century. Post high-school and upon entering medical school, perhaps you expect to meet compassionate people ready to save the world. People who are living somewhat healthier and more sophisticated lifestyles, without a la Société Dramatique... WRONG!

Turn the world up side down!
It is like the coldest, merciless, and stormiest mood disorder. Nothing like highschool at all, but regressively more like kindergarden. In fact it is resembling of a Zoo. It is a doctorhood. There are the flock of seaguls, the woodpeckers of mistrust, the night owls, the fierce cat family and the fish in the pond.

As for surviving (and) the immense amounts of knowledge one is required to learn, either you develop an allergy to failiure or tolerance and apathy, the last virtues of a dying society.

Monday, June 13, 2011

The armor of love

Love is with the one who soothens your mind, erases your fears, touches your heart, warmthens your cold, covers your wounds and protects your weakness. One who makes you forget yesterdays and cares for your everydays. One who enlightens your mind, revives your heart and enlivens your soul.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Soulfully red

An allergic girl is sensitive to Red coloring. Strawberries, cherries and tomatoes. Red for love, passion and fury. The color of strong emotions. But on the contrary to what one might expect, an allergy will not make her love it any less. In fact maybe that is why the color is so appealing and unresistable to her in the first place. Because Red feeds an emotional soul.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Mother-Daugther secrets

A parent can plant a seed and watch it become a flower.
Share a bit of experience and it becomes another's.
Watch a child's smile widen and it become your mother's.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Waterfall of dreams

A porcelain cup painted with blossoms that touches lips which speak untruth, breaks its fragile shell into a thousand fragments. And the finest of tea falls onto the floor like a waterfall, each drop containing a dream.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

The liveliest doll

Once there was a man dancing with a lifeless doll. A subway performer. His partner was a doll with crimson lips and legs as long as the sky. She was not real but for a moment she had taken life in this man’s arms. He breathed life into this doll. Together becoming one, their legs move in unison. His soul, his essence sailing into her, bringing her to life. ~ The liveliest doll there is.

Friday, February 4, 2011

The puppet doll factory

In a puppet doll factory, they produce endless supplies of marionettes but take no special orders. The marionette's range of movement is unlimited. They have the capacity to go anywhere. However, bound to strings, the circumstances limit the marionettes. They may think they are in control for they do actually have legs. Only, the legs are not what allows them to walk. It is the hands of the pupeteers that do. They control and manipulate every movement.

The marionettes manipulated by the pupeteer,
My rightup favourite theatre!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

The wind blows free

I wish three times,
Watch them fly,
As far as my eyes can see.
Some day a fairy wind will blow
My wishes back to me!

Friday, January 21, 2011

Flying dreams

Dancing leaves,
They swing and sway,
Around, around
Till they touch the ground.
Until the branches
All are bare.
Then winter's frost,
Completes the show.
And dancing leaves
Are covered with snow.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Growth of the rose

When the night is too lonely
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only,
for the lucky and the strong...

Just remember in the winter,
far beneath the bitter snows,
lies the seed that with the sun's love,
in the spring...

~ becomes the rose ~

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Abandoned beliefs

Towards the end of a year and the beggining of a new one, introspection seems to come naturally. And after a busy year concerned with aquiring self fulfillment, through beliefs of perfection, self adjustment fits appropriately. This time of the year is when action and re-action usually sets in. If not, the mirror will drown you in its swan lake and dwelling as well as feeding on air, poisoned by the old, will certainly kill you. The rigidness and reluctance to change along with its false safety inevitably holds you back.

Ambivalence suggests strong feelings in opposition. The prefix is ambidextrous, which means both and the rest of it means vigour. The word suggests that you are torn between two opposing courses of action.

But you must make a choice. To achieve your true masterpiece you must abandon your old. Although, sometimes you simply must because it is the only way you will survive, if will is enough to make the choice of abandoning an old belief that is...