Happiness is Bellydancing
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Act mindfully. Accept entirely. Move Strongly. Think softly. Speak beautifully. Live simply. Love completely.
Respect. Live fully.
Your body is your journey. Tattoos, scars, smoothness and lines, laugh marks, knowing eyes, color, holes, dents and imperfections are the beautiful art of your one journey.
Vacation over jewelry. Puppies, never cats. Snakes, not lizards. Summer. Beaches. Hot weather. Tube tops.
My perfect life is in a small house, with open windows, breeze, and creaky old floors, on a beach, with a room full of books and a window bench, where I could read and write every day, with no computers, with only the people I love most, and music and art everywhere. Parties. An outside bar. Music. Laughter. Cozyness.
Namaste: the divine center of spirit in me, honors and respects the same divine center of spirit in you.
I wonder what I would have been like in cave-man days. I almost always dream when I sleep. Italian, Czechoslovakian and Swedish. Im excitable. I laugh. A lot. I know well who I am. But Ill always grow. I sing every day. Cant whistle. Im constantly learning. Know yourself passionately, fully.
I Completely Adore my friends.
Sisters are a blessing from God. My brother never stops, lives amazingly.
Kerouac has the answers. Everything is nothing. Nothingness is everything.
I speak my own version of French. Fluently. I love words. Words are everything. Everything is nothingness. Everyone has a soul mate. Ill always be young. I love dreaming while I sleep. Passion is everything. Im mischievous.
Heaven exists. Even if its in the air around us. Alice. Kathleen. Je crois. Study all religions. No liquorish. Yoga. I miss my grandparents.
I dream of having iced tea in the back yard with grandma, and hearing her laugh.
My sister is my angel on earth.
I have the most amazing Love. I count my blessings when I cant sleep. I count down 100 prayers for thought up people, who I dont actually know, when I cant sleep. I fall asleep before I reach 65. Maybe 70. I imagine what people are doing in other countries.
Love is the one person in the room who you know would do Anything for you. Who knows every beautiful and imperfect and perfect inch of your body and soul, and is still crazily dedicated to loving every inch as his/her own. Blankets. I appreciate him completely. I adore his every centimeter. Im obsessed with his chunka-butt. Im in love with whats behind those eyes. We've grown together.
Respect. Live fully. Namaste.
Waterhouse's Ophelia
Art is a mirror or reflection of life; an abstraction or a projection of how we live, think and feel.
I am a work in progress,
Dressed in the fabric of a world unfolding
Offering me intricate patterns
Questions that never come clean
and Strengths that you still haven't seen.
Virginia Woolf:
This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us. If one has the courage to ask her what she thinks, she is always saying the very opposite to what other people say.
Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.
Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?
We are nauseated by the sight of trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print.
But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? - the entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the world - a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors.
Azure Ray
I think i'm turned around
I'm looking up
Not looking down
And when Im standing still
Watching you run
Watching you fall
Fall into me
And she's my friend of all friends
She's still here when everyone's gone
She doesn't have to say a thing
We'll just keep laughing all night long
All night long
Kerouac- "Rather, I think one should write, as nearly as possible, as if he were the first person on earth, and was humbly and sincerely putting on paper that which he saw and experienced, loved and lost; what his passing thoughts were and his sorrows and desires."
For KAR~ "God gave you something- He said, this is what we got for you kid, try not to lose it. Kids lose everything if there's not someone to watch over them. Don't lose it." ~SBM
I saw the angel in the marble, and I carved until I set it free. - Michelangelo.
"The only people for me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved. Desirous of everything at the same time. The ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light POP and everybody goes Awwwww." -Jack Kerouac.
