fire

Fire....totul este o impanzire de fire, o tapiterie gigantica printre care ne aflam noi, ursitorii, creand si recreand materialul in fiecare clipa. In toata aceasta urzeala minunata la care luam parte, suntem doar observtori. Din noi izvorasc in fiecare clipa fire colorate si se indreapta in spre lume, in spre tot. Firele acestea nu trebuiesc nici trase, nici impinse. Ele trebuie doar urmate, catre orice punct ne-ar duce ele. Orice abatere de la simplul act de a urma firul destrama materialul, creaza gauri, rupturi, uneori imposibil de reparat. Atele nu trebuiesc nici impinse, nici trase. Ele trebuiesc doar urmate. De aceea...chiar nu trebuie sa facem nimic. NU am venit aici cu nici un scop maret, nici o misiune de indeplinit, in afara aceleia de a urma firele si de a ne bucura de orice clipa a acestui drum, de la un fir la celalalt, in infinita urzeala a Cosmosului.

wordless dance

There is a wordless world we walk through every day. Entwined with all of society's habits and commandments of speech and behaviour lays another type of communication. One that does not permit hiding places or masks. It is the silent language of emotions and glances and smiles and gestures. Behind a smile there is a story that could fill a thousand pages and still not be able to fit in all the details and nuances. Behind a stare there is an even larger and more complex story. No word in any human spoken or written language could ever reproduce that picture with enough clarity.

It is in this wordless universe that we truly communicate. The tonality of the voice, the real word behind the spoken one, the gesture of a hand... For what our heart holds is not words, it is emotions. The encounter with another human is like a dance. It can be passionate and uplifting or it can have a flawless technique but an empty core. As if things weren't difficult or challenging enough, one must view the connection with another like a dance where you move for the love of dancing, not the person you are dancing with. First love the dance itself, then love the one you are doing this with.

We so often tend to mix up this order... Whenever we do, we stop dancing. We stand still in the middle of the dance floor waiting for that particular partner, not allowing ourselves to just keep on dancing and enjoying the happiness that brings us. Whenever we stop dancing we get stuck within. We get sad, we get melancholic, frustrated. We feel abandoned and angry and lost. But we fail to see that we are still in the middle of the dance floor and the music is still playing. All we have to do is start dancing again.

Enjoy the music, dance all the days of your life to whatever rhythm lies within you. Find another in which the same rhythm plays and start dancing together, loving the dance first and each other second. Life has tough me, in a not so gentle way and over many many years that this is the only order of events accepted. Put them the other way around and you lose. You get stuck, deaf to the music, blind to the people around, unable to feel the same rhythm beating inside another.... Don't be deaf, love.