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ponedjeljak, 19.05.2014.

prerani odlazak



"Dobro je što je tako...što sve utihne, što ništa osim prolaznosti nije vječno.
Barem mi se čini da nije."

"Mora da je jedna od bitnijih stvari u zivotu ljudskog bica ta da svoje najizrazenije slabosti, najranjivije tocke na tijelu duse ucini snaznima. Da otvori ono sto je zatvoreno, ozdravi ono sto je bolesno; da se odmara na mirisnoj livadi i pretvori u cvijetove trnovito siprazje koje ga najvise grebe i ranjava.
Da postane majstor dobrog upravljanja onime od cega s tjeskobom okrece lice svoje svijesti."

@roselina, @neris, @palminha


nema je više, otišla u svjetlost.







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petak, 09.05.2014.



posvuda je zeleno ovih dana
i posebnog je sjaja sve,
blista i ljeska se kao more kad ga gledamo iz daljine.
utonem pogledom
uronim koracima još dublje u to zeleno more
i ponese me ta ljepota
taj mir i radost kojim se proljeće kiti svakog svibnja.








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nedjelja, 04.05.2014.

Jack Kerouac’s Letter to his Ex-Wife



I have lots of things to teach you now,
in case we ever meet,
concerning the message that was transmitted to me
under a pine tree in North Carolina
on a cold winter moonlit night.

It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry.
It’s all like a dream.
Everything is ecstasy, inside.
We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds.
But in our true blissful essence of mind is known
that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.

Close your eyes,
let your hands and nerve-ends drop,
stop breathing for 3 seconds,
listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world,
and you will remember the lesson you forgot,
which was taught in immense milky ways
of cloudy innumerable worlds
long ago and not even at all.

It is all one vast awakened thing.
I call it the golden eternity.

It is perfect.
We were never really born,
we will never really die.
It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea
of a personal self,
other selves,
many selves everywhere,
or one universal self.
Self is only an idea, a mortal idea.
That which passes through everything, is one thing.
It’s a dream already ended.
There’s nothing from staring at mountains months on end.
They never show any expression,
they are like empty space.
Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away.
Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space,
which is the one universal essence of mind,
the one vast awakenerhood,
empty and awake,
will never crumble away because it was never born.

The world you see is just a movie in your mind.




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