" Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.”

~ Khalil Gibran

Hurricane

" Didn't know what this would be
But I knew I didn't see
What you thought
You saw in me

I jumped the gun

So sure you'd split and run
Ready for the worst
Before the damage was done

The storm never came
Or it never was
Didn't know getting lost in the blue
It meant I wound up losing you

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind
So dark and foul I can't disguise
Can't disguise
Nights like this
I become afraid
Of the darkness in my heart
Hurricane

What's wrong with me
Why not understand and see
I never saw
What you saw in me

Keep my eyes open
My lips sealed
My heart closed
And my ears peeled

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind
So dark and foul I can't disguise
Can't disguise
Nights like this I become afraid
Of the darkness in my heart
Hurricane

Make ash and leave the dust behind
Lady diamond in the sky
Wild light
Glowing bright
To guide me
When I fall
I fall on tragedy

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind
So dark and foul I can't disguise
Can't disguise
Nights like this I become afraid
Of the darkness in my heart
Hurricane "

MS MR - Hurricane

I'm sitting at this coffee place with a book in my hands just waiting for You to show up, look up at me, recognize who I am, pull a chair, startle me, sit, smile and say - 

I'm here. Sorry I kept you waiting.

MJ 14.01.2016

Soul mates

“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.

 ~ Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat Pray Love

" You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated,

so that people can say 'wow, isn't he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad'? 

You think I'll be the dark sky so you can be the star? 

I'll swallow you whole. " 

- Warsan Shire -


artwork by Chiara Bautista (Milk)

Kintsugi

"How often, she asked me the night before,

Do we think it's okay to fall apart ?

We live in a break it, you pay kind of culture.

A handle falls off of

a coffee mug and suddenly - the entire thing is useless. We learn to

sweep evidence beneath the rug, throw broken

pieces into a paper bag and never think about them again.

The Japanese knew another way. They

mended their broken vases with gold, aggrandized 

the sharp corners and turned shards of broken pottery

into basins that hold light

together.

But here, there's no room for mistakes.

We give so easily - on broken

toys, snapped piano legs, on each other - and we make believe

that even our tongues are bulletproof,

as if we are stronger than what these

fragile bones

can take.

We don't forgive our broken bowls. We don't learn to 

piece them back together. We trip over our own skeletons

and sweep them back beneath our skin; collect the splattering

of our sorrows and flush them down the toilet like

secrets. We're so ashamed of that which 

fumbles and falls through our fingers that we forget that

there's another way: another way instead of

going through our days buying coffee at five a.m. and fucking

above the covers while rattling and spilling over, our

insides bleeding from all the damn glass.

We were never taught that

by the end of our lives, we didn't have to be made of a hundred

million cracks. We were never taught that we could have it differently, that

we could piece ourselves back together with light,

that our bodies could burn from inside out. 

- Shinji Moon - The Anatomy of Being

Your soulmate isn't who you think it is

" We all have our own romanticized notions of what it will be like when we find true love. How it’ll go. What it’ll feel like. What he or she will look like, sound like, act like. Even kiss like.

And every once in a while, we actually meet that person. There they are! In the bar standing next to us! Or down the hall at work! Or in the line at the bookstore!

They’re perfect. Everything we imagined. And so we engage. And chase. And pursue. And assume our very best behavior. And fight for a chance at that perfect union we’ve imagined in our heads for so long.

And sometimes it works! We get their phone number. And a date! And a second date! And sometimes it even goes a month or two!

But then at some point, it runs afoul. What once seemed effortless becomes arduous. The perfect conversations suddenly don’t flow as easily. The shine has worn off the apple. It’s work, now. And who has time for that?

And here’s where many a relationship come to an unfortunate end. Because the other person thinks it should only be constant magic. That anything else is merely a false symbol.

But we still chase them! We want it back! We think of what we can do to possibly salvage this sinking ship. Should we change ourselves? Adjust our behavior? Change our whole personality? After all: this is love. Surely it’s worth sacrificing for, no?

No, I’m here to say. It’s not.Because there’s a big, horrible idea out there in the world of romance:That if it’s not hard, it’s not real.

True romance must be earned, we believe. Struggled for. Barely survived.

If it comes easy, it’s wrong. Shallow. Too simple.

We must suffer for love. We must cry with certain regularity. Lose our faith time and time again only to barely regain it again.

I humbly submit that such a belief is the romantic equivalent of 100% grade-A bullshit.

Perhaps it comes from our culture’s puritanical beginnings. The notion that anything great is worth suffering for.

And while I agree that love takes work, patience and forgiveness, I don’t think it should involve perpetual, ongoing damage-control.

If the relationship you’re in takes constant, ongoing acrobatic maneuvers to keep it afloat, then it’s not a relationship; it’s a doomsday project.

Relationships, in general, should be easy.

If they’re taking a ton of work, a ton of the time, something’s wrong.

Chances are either that:

A) One (or both) of you is not a stable enough person to even be in a relationship to begin with, and you need to go off on your own to learn how to keep yourself perfectly happy with nothing more than yourself to sustain you. (And yes, I’ve been this person many times.)

B) One of you has unrealistic expectations of what the other is supposed to provide them on a regular basis. (And yes, I’ve been this person, too.) They think you’re supposed to keep them constantly entertained. Or wined and dined. Or sexually pleasured. Or emotionally rescued. Or financially bailed out.

Neither of which is sustainable.

Which is why I say the following:

Don’t chase the person you can barely hold on to when you’re at the top of your game.

Seek out the person you can be happy with even when you’re having a bad day. Or week. Or month.

Because those days will happen, many, many times over the course of a relationship.

And the person who’s only happy with you when you’re a superhero will not stick around when you finally become a mortal again and need them to be there for you, instead.

So skip the supermodel. The pursuit of your own personal Jessica Alba or David Beckham. It might be heaven for a week or two, but they’d probably dump you as soon as you failed to be the emblem of perfection for more than 2-3 seconds in a row.

That perfect pairing with the Mister or Miss Right we’ve all imagined in our hearts isn’t going to survive the endless ordinary days that real life is fraught with.

The person who’s truly right for you is probably cleverly disguised as the one you work with every day. Or the one who you’ve casually known in your circle of friends for five years. Who has seen you at your best and at your worst. And is still there, a big believer in your immense potential. And is probably an amazing kisser if you’d just give them a chance.

That’s the person it’s going to be genuinely easy with over the long haul.

So the next time you’re looking for the one, don’t look up on some stage or pedestal for some shining realization of your fantasies. Turn around and look behind you. At the person you might have overlooked. The person who is quietly everything you need them to be and more.

You just have to give them a deeper look. "

source: Elephant Journal http://www.elephantjournal.com/2012/01/your-soulmate-isnt-who-you-think-it-is/

Ser Feliz

Não, não é Feliz que pessoas querem ser.

Querem ser Mais.

Ser Feliz não basta.

Se ser Feliz fosse a derradeira meta de todos nós, não haveriam separações, não haveria o estranhamento dos amantes com o passar do tempo.

Estaríamos todos em indiscutível harmonia com aquele que escolhemos para nosso parceiro da vida..pois esse seria o destino mútuo, o percurso que percorreríamos sem ter qualquer questionamento, de mãos dadas, confiando cegamente que o nosso coração bate em uníssono.

Se todos ansiássemos verdadeiramente ser Feliz apenas, isso seria possível.

Mas há o medo. Há a dúvida

O medo constante de não sermos bons o suficiente. Medo de não chegarmos para o(s) outro(s). Sentimento de inadequação constante alimentado parasiticamente pelo Ego.

Dúvida que nos acompanha como a sombra, sempre convencendo de que para se Ser, há que ser-se mais.

Logo, ser feliz não basta. Amarmos apenas não basta.

Nós não bastamos..

Queremos ser felizes, mas temos como necessidade primordial querermos ser mais.

É isso que nos move, é esse egoísmo que nos impulsiona.

A simplicidade de ser-se feliz ultrapassa-nos

14/12/15 MJ ~

Quando ele não está, parece que tudo perde sentido.


Os dias passam, mas é como se não contassem.
Estou rodeada de tanta gente todo o dia, mas há aquela piada, há o olhar cúmplice, há aquela notícia, que por muito que seja repetida e ouvida, perde o real valor porque não foi ouvida por Aquela pessoa, o olhar não foi trocado com aquela  presença  eleita.
Aquela  presença  que, em tempo recorde, revolucionou todo o meu ser: com ele não existe um momento monótono.
Com o seu sentido de humor e paciência, não existem argumentos para me manter distante por muito tempo, não existem dúvidas que persistam sem que ele tente, de alguma forma, extingui-las.


Com ele, exijo-me a mim mesma que seja melhor do que com os outros. Com ele faz sentido ser…
Porque a todo o momento me surpreendes, sempre pela positiva, contigo sou obrigada a explorar partes da minha vida que há muito não obtinham a consideração que tu lhes dás.


Há muito que não sentia a paz e o equilíbrio que tu e tudo o que te rodeia me proporciona.