Theresconfettiinmyshoe - Poems And Mess

Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar.

“When I say be creative, I don’t mean that you should all go and become great painters and great poets. I simply mean let your life be a painting, let your life be a poem.”

— Osho

The face of the big Oak

Draws a peaceful smile

In the surface of the wood

His leaves like hair , ondulate under the wind

When the storm rage and the drops

Flow on his skin,

His roots reap the precious drink

Here the birds are resting in their nest

Lichen surrounds him like a dress

And squirrels dance in arabesque

And century after century

Continues

The same ceremony

"Good that you ask, you should always ask, always have doubts."

Hermann Hesse , Demian