what is love?

This question is forever seeked,
and will forever remain hidden.
It can be answered by the man on the street,
it can be articulated by the mother raising up her child.
It may be introduced for serious in a relatioship,
it can also hurt if it is not on the other side.

Some say its overwhelming affection,
other say passionate desire.
For those people love is merging into one,
for those love is merely friendship.

If we are all one, what is it then?
Perhaps it is all of it?

Holding eachother tight,
you loose the perception of your own body,
and your awareness is spread beyond
sensatory boundaries.

Can I ever be cured?
Can I ever let go of this demon?
This evil, strong and difficult m-f monster within me.
Its hunting me down.
Its tearing me apart.
Its working on its own demands.
Is it I, or something else?
Is it I that is jealous, that is unsatisfied,
that suddenly us equal to everyone else?
Is it the plutonean strong and underground-like energy that cannot let go?
That is stubborn in its rigidity, in its bitterness.
In its obsessive compulsiveness.
I hate its fucking manifestation in me.
I hate myself sometime.
Cannot think straight. Cannot act wisely.
Cannot continue what Ive thought my feelings are used by this monster,
they surrender ike a cat getting intimently touched.
Its infantile in a grown-ups body, the mind is crazy fo this shit.
Cannot have enough, but cannot let go, just to feel free?
Interact without possession?
The erge of controlling without making war?
Without vengence, without batteling every moment of my conquest of recognition?

people of peace

He said "people of peace"
coming from somewhere
passing our street.
Our crossroads met,
standing our feet
together he let,
words of truth greet
our souls with our minds connect.
He said - "You are people of peace",
how beautiful it felt

Eclectic artist

Badi Assad

What an artist, what a woman
full of inspiration, of imagination
yet tender and humble.
One after another instrument was played
as her voice and expressions were ever-changing.
Dancing to the rythm, her hair extending in every direction,
she had the scene all for herself, it was filled with music.
It was filled with more than that.
It was filled with her soul.

Without expectation, I left the concert touched and
inspired.

sinceramente, muito obrigado
Badi Assad

Myself everywhere

The life consists of one day,
so say some.
Myself I do not know, if what we are witnessing
is a whole life-time, with memories, past odours.
Is it a day or two,
or is it a flash or two?

Future plans in a productive land
give me more moments, more magic.

Live your life as if you were dead

Love&Light