lovepoem

walk me again

differently

make my eyes blossom

in the hues of today

melt me into a loveshine

of the shape of the moment

be my impulse and my

unlimited container

meeting ourself

I said to someone, "I love to look into people's eyes - in order to see their soul."
They said, "I wonder what would you perceive in my soul."

Interesting choice of words, isn't it, "perceive".. but the truth is this, (as I soon found out by meeting myself, in no time),
you don't see anyone else's soul, you can only see yours - if you really look. AND you can see the reflections of yourself in other people' s eyes. What you think to be others are only your perceptions of them (or your role in relation to them), but you cannot truly see, know, or understand another... before you know you.

You say to someone, "I hate you", that means they annoy you with something you cannot eliminate from your own perception. You hate the piece of perception that you carry with yourself, actually!
You say to someone, "I love you", that means you love the way they reflect your beauty. That means, being with them you feel amazing. That means - you are in love with yourself and in love with feeling amazing!

Know yourself. Be yourself. Love yourself. Feel amazing. <3

incredible coincidences?

You know those surprising coincidences that come unexpectedly, like a gift of the angels? Like, finding an article about a random girl that sounds Just like Me at The Moment, and having a solution to My Situation pop up that very instant inside my heart.

Like when YouTube screws up and, instead of the song you wanted to play, accidentally plays the song you really truly wanted to hear, that makes you cry with happiness and remember what you really wanted to do. Not that you missed the click. It just happened.

Like a lovely guitar suddenly (and incredibly) being available at a nonsensically low price, simply because you want it so badly, and you have no more money than that.

Today I noticed that I no longer ask “Is this real?” or, “Can this be happening?” or “Why am I so damn lucky?” – instead I ask the angels, “How did you do that???” and I laugh with them. After all, I want to learn from my peers and enjoy the learning so that I can create my own miracles when I want to. Trial and error it is!

Getting shocked about miracles – it’s a little like being a grandma who sees the computer and the internet for the first time, and goes all like “OMG, the screen is moving all by itself!!” “I can see my Canadian friend real time!! Is this for real??” “OMG my favourite concert, for FREE??” (My granny actually said, “OMG, how scary technology has become.” :D )

Hey, it’s time to stop freaking out and see, yes, it’s real, it’s normal, it’s available, there’s nothing “woo-woo” about it, and if you just put your hand over the mouse and start operating the cursor on your “miracle screen”, many more beautiful things shall reveal themselves.

I like to see something that’s about to break, and say, “This isn’t breaking.” People would protest and say, “How do you know? This looks like it’s totally broken.” And I smile and say, “Just keep looking and you’ll see.” And everyone watches on in expectation, and really, it doesn’t break. Then people say “Miracle! It didn’t break, who would have thought!” Hey, it didn’t break only because you guys were looking at it so intently. So one lesson in hand.

We SHARE the train!

The other day on the train, I noticed that a small girl on the opposite seat was intently looking at me. You know what it feels like – meeting a child’s clear, open, curious eyes. Kids are not ashamed to stare, to inquire, to interact. I couldn’t hold that gaze. I responded for about 5 seconds, then looked away (to take a deep breath). Then I again checked to see whether she was still looking at me.

And she was.

That’s where I realized the most wonderful and stunning distinction between adults and children (except size of course… size is fun, you can look over the edge of a table when you’re an adult, and be allowed to participate fully in a conversation – I enjoy that bit most). Yet have you ever thought of how amazing is the ability of children to look into a stranger’s eyes without judgement! A child’s eyes look upon a lady, a man, a healthy person, an ill person, a well dressed person, dog, butterfly, in the same open way, welcoming new impressions, welcoming interaction. How different that is from how adults usually look at each other!

Choose a random adult stranger of your memory, one of those you meet on the train or bus, or at the supermarket, and imagine looking into their eyes for more than 5 seconds. Feels good? Or would you feel cautious before doing that? Looking into an adult’s eyes can be misinterpreted, can be taken as aggression, intimidation, unwelcome sexual interest. Looking into an adult’s eyes, you can find things there that you never wanted to see. You find that the one you’re looking at has found their answers for everything in life, and you have yours; what more inquiry is necessary? Both of you turn your eyes away before needing to face that uncomfortable truth, before your truths start a war against each other.

So today we are grownups. Today… other people’s faces are something we automatically avoid in impersonal situations. The closer the person sits to us on the train, the more we avoid facing them. Isn’t it funny? We worry about things like, what if my glance causes discomfort (to me or the other, or both)? What if eye-contact lasts longer than I intended and leaves a bad aftertaste? What if the eyes that return my gaze… are scornful? What if I mess up the entire hour of my train ride by having become too aware of the person in front of me? Both of us would keep fidgeting, coughing nervously, adjusting our clothes, having become self-aware. Turning up the volume on our music players. Uncomfortable. Judged.

Better not risk that, right? So I keep looking out the window pretending I’m not even here. The others are pretending just like me, after all. (They are watching my reflection in the window, though. Hey, but I do the same too. This for some reason seems legitimate.) Everyone locked up in their comfortable train-cocoon. Shut off from public eyes. We bump into each other while getting off the train, and mumble an impersonal apology, avoiding each other’s face. We move on.

Yet the child in us is alive, don’t you think. Sneaking glances at the window reflections of other grown-up children on the train.

imaginary door

let me ride on your world

for a while

let your heartstrings run through

my heart

we are not the same

and we’ll never be

but our borders can meld

into oneness

let me touch your world today

and again

share a soul piece with me

happy or sad, whichever

cry on my shoulder

tell me a kindergarten story

scream at me or

talk to me as if I’m not here

because I am here

connect to me anytime

there is a landing platform for you

on my heart

and there is ample space

for your soul to connect

let’s cry and burn until we find

that one ray of lovelight

that will melt the lock

on the imaginary door between us

metaphor on night vision

Have you ever walked in the wilderness or countryside at night with an electric torchlight? Most people would choose to take one, for fear of getting lost in the darkness. The focused beam of the torchlight illuminates a narrow patch in front of you, but everything around it remains invisible, hidden in the darkness that has become even darker as a result of sharp-cut contrast with the flashlight.

But if you suspend the fear and just allow yourself to switch off the torch for one moment, you will suddenly see that the forest is not dark at all.. that it is bathed in silver light, that there is the beautiful moon and millions of twinkling stars in the sky, smiling at you. As your eyes get used to night vision, you will see more and more clearly, you'll notice the path rolling out in front of you and leading farther ahead. And then you will realize that it was never dark in the first place, just that the light of the torch hid everything from your eyes by contrast, that the narrow focused beam has deprived you of the hidden entirety of nature.

The things we have learned in life, at school, from others, are like these narrow torchlights - values and beliefs that we keep desperately holding on to, for fear of having to face the dark night - what we think Life to be without a rigid "truth" to hold on to. We each carry our own torch and try to force our narrow lights on others, but even all combined together they will never be able to replace the full beauty of the moonlit night and the glow of the myriads of stars above us. To see that beauty for the first time, however, one must dare to be brave enough to switch off their own torchlight for a moment. To trust in the night. To risk getting lost. To trust that the road will appear to the blinded eyes in a few seconds' time. And it takes immense courage. To give up your small security trusting in a greater one that you have not seen yet, since your eyes have been blinded by your separate small truths. The torchlight vision is what keeps you constricted to a narrow path you're afraid to step off of and keep stumbling on, tripping over rocks you failed to address. But once you dare to make that step... once you let go of that narrow deception of artificial light, and once you have found that night vision that is naturally yours, you can never get lost. You see that the forest road is not full of threats and pits, every turn and cave is clearly visible, and so are the fruits on the side paths; you realize that it's always been an endless garden for you to play in, one where you can never get lost.

can love be a plural?

Sometimes love seems like a plural. It seems as if you can segregate it into various types of love that you can compare or measure.

“Do you love me more than I love you?” “Do you love him more than you love me?” “Is a mother’s love different from the emotion that is felt between lovers?”

We ask these things to each other and ourselves, and we suffer over so many dilemmas such as – is it okay to love many people at the same time, how is it okay to love them, and here we face subcategories of questions – is it okay to have many friends or better to have less friends, is it okay to sit with a different person every day at school, is it okay to have “just friends” of the opposite sex or does it mean complication, is it okay to remain closely bonded with family even after “growing up”, is it okay to cut with family, is it okay to marry a number of times and feel proud of it, are we essentially monogamous or not, and we make such a big issue out of it. People feel jealousy because they are afraid of a plural love. They are afraid of becoming an insignificant player in the love game as a result of too many players on the field.

However, love cannot be plural, love is always a unity. Love can unite more than two people, though. Love is that feeling when you look at someone and you know, “we are one”. We can be one in so many various ways… the unity we experience through love does not necessarily have to be physical, not necessarily genetic, not necessarily a family bond, not necessarily a conversation, not a nationality, not a creed even; sometimes we love by a gaze, sometimes by being silent, we love by just imagining, we love when we feel as one watching a soccer game on TV.

We love when we can look at something from another’s perspective… and to accept plural perspectives, you have to unite with a number of people’s souls for even if a moment each. You dedicate a part of your life every day to a number of people you love, it is natural. It seems like you’re going through a plural experience, many heartbreaks, many arguments, many reconciliations, and it seems like the love you have felt for one person is a separate thing from the love you feel for another person… but have you not seen how love adds up to become complete, and that you love the next person you meet with the completeness of the loves you have met up to now? These experiences cannot be separated.

Love is incomparable in this sense between people; there is no such thing as “greater” and “lesser” love, because it is the same global feeling, and it sometimes seems confusing because it plays itself out on a huge game field with billions of players. But the truth is – there is nothing to fear, because even being one in a billion, each one of us is an irreplaceable player in the team called humanity. Love is incomparable between people because no two people live in a world that is just their own, secluded from the rest… the two people mix in with others, sooner or later, and then what will you compare when you can draw no borders between one world and another? Our separate individual worlds, through love, all meld into one, the world of humanity.

Love is a singularity, because you are one, all of you, and all of you are endlessly in love with each other. Love someone, anyone, and you love the world through them. Love yourself, and you love the world. It’s as simple as that.

When I am in love with Ourself, I need only to look at you with open eyes, and you will fall in love with me too, because you will remember that this is the way we originally are. And this love that has no beginning and no reason for being, this singularity, this point of origin, is what unites the billions of us into one soul.

How to become a Human Angel

Have you ever wondered whether there is a purpose, and if yes what the purpose is? Have you looked into the mirror and asked yourself, “Why am I really here?” Have you every wished you had wings to carry you beyond the transcendence of daily reality? Have you ever thought it would be nice to have solutions to mankind’s problems that were simpler and more efficient than the ones provided so far?

If you continually ask yourself, “Where can I be most useful?” you are growing wings already. As much as humanity no longer believes in angels, entities that most correspond to that name walk every street of every city. You could surely name a few from your own life – people who walk brightly through all situations, people who seem undisturbed by what happens around them, people who smile from deep inside and people who bring a change into others’ lives by their peace. Have you ever wished you could have that level of peace and contentment? Those are angels at work, showing by their example all that could be yours if you wished. And they smile at you with warm eyes, as if offering to share. Come, they say. Come and take all that I have, because it is for you.

Do you believe that there are people on this planet who have chosen to be born just for you? Do you believe that there could be someone who has been willing to go through all manners of suffering, simply to develop that ability to smile no matter what, so that he or she could gift you that smile today when you most need it?

There are many of us here and we recognize each other when we meet. What unites us is the sadness when we cannot hold another who needs to be held. What unites us is the joy of seeing a pair of bright eyes respond to our gaze. What unites us is our wish to communicate our love no matter what, to communicate love in a way that it is understood by the other, to communicate love in any situation at any cost to ourselves.

So how do you communicate love? How do you communicate to a depressed person that they matter? How do you communicate a smile to someone in mourning? These questions are familiar, aren’t they. More importantly… can you hold someone who doesn’t want to be touched? How do you do that? Finding solutions to these is the work of the Human angel. The good news is, we are not alone – we are many and we share this passion of wanting to inspire others’ souls with our love. The other good news is, no one has done it before us except other humans like us, so there are no right answers as to how to do it, and no guidelines so far.

This piece here is written by a human being who has found herself to be more than just a piece of biology. This human has seen love in action in her own life, and wants to share some of the insights as to how angelic perception works in real world.

We all know the painful difference between “dream” and “reality”. Most often this dichotomy comes up when you realize what you’d really like to have in your life, and usually it is such beautiful and incredible stuff. You’d want to have world peace and for people to stop criticizing each other, you’d want a relationship where no one raises their voice, a conversation where no one is wrong, a government that cares, happy animals, clean nature, and things like that. That’s when you are called a dreamer and asked to come down to earth. Reality is the place where none of the beautiful things are supposed to happen. Rings a bell?

So have you ever asked yourself, why is reality not allowing it to happen? Who has defined reality as a place where things are to be grim and unsuccessful for most of the time? And who creates reality?

Now we know this guy by the name of Murphy who’s supposedly responsible for all pessimist jokes on the planet. If he was still alive he would have gotten a kick out of writing a new series on the end of the world – no matter how many times you plan it, it just doesn’t seem to come! We’re so tired of reality that we just can’t wait to finish with the world, and, as reality would have it, our requests for an Armageddon have not been answered up to date. Some would continue to expect it until 2012, and when that doesn’t happen, would probably start looking forward to a new, appropriate-looking date like 2036 or 2222 (the year is still open for suggestions). Stubborn, we are sometimes. And alive, we are still.

Have you ever felt like the mankind might not have enough faith in the good stuff, and not enough positive beliefs to continue beyond the Armageddon dates? What do we do when we find ourselves alive, and with no new solutions to the same old problems? Let’s do this, you say. Oh but that’s not going to work, they say. That is a dream and this is reality.

But how about believing that today's dreams are tomorrow's reality? How about living out the dream, today? How about being the only person in a bunch who doesn't raise their voice in an argument, the only person in a bunch who doesn't criticize, how about being the only person in the town who sorts their garbage? How about being the first to hug after a fight, every time? How about being the only dreamer if needed, how about being the one individual who breaks the paradigm of reality. One is enough sometimes to make a dream come true. You are enough. You are real. <3

everywhere I go

I woke up the other day and opened my eyes, and found myself staring at something funny-shaped, flesh-coloured, that was located uncomfortably close to my face. Maybe not every one of you would recoil from a funny shaped object in front of your face early in the morning, but I did! I jerked away -

from my own hand. It took me a while to realize it was a piece of me (it looked like a piece of someone else, until in my panic I had uncovered a shoulder portion of my existence). It made me realize also how terribly limited my human perception is. Think about it. How is it that you sometimes do not even understand that you are inside your own body?

Now, what do we most often rely on when we want to evaluate what's real and what's not? (now please don't say rationality, it's so uncommon). The EYES of course, duh. Here's another fun bit, though. Your eyes are in front of your head, and they're called "the mirror of your soul", but without a little help from a real mirror, you can't even see your own face! Isn't it funny? It almost seems as if we're constructed specifically so that we didn't really know what we looked like, or what impressions our face conveyed to others.

Expanding the thought further, sometimes I feel that if we're so ignorant of our own bodies, how completely ignorant we might be on a larger scale! For all we know, we might all actually constitute one Big Person, not Myself or Yourself, but Ourself, a very complete existence that is simply a little unaware of its own body parts. Like a crying toddler at war with himself, who has realized that he's been facing floor for so long only because he has yet to raise his head, and not because the floor is permanently stuck to his face.

Sometimes this "we are ourself" thought is merely a curious guess at "what if". It might become a good science fiction story, maybe. Well OK, most likely it would be a science fiction story that would never sell, because there is not much complication or suspense there, is it, in the base plot - "We Are One". Ugh. How exciting is that!

Sometimes, though, I think it's not a hopelessly boring story. See, in the face of the tendency towards distinction, segregation and separation that lives in people's homes and minds, from conversations to ads to graffiti - thinking even for a moment that we may be one entity with a shared consciousness would make it seem like the most incredible story ever told.

Yet when I was standing at the bus stop the other day - a rainy day with gloomy bypassers - and looked up from the pavement, and saw what I saw (and what you can see in the picture), I felt like whoever wanted to say it, had said it for me also.