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Sunday, July 31, 2022
paris
not london, but paris calling
who is it?
who is calling me from France
and not leaving messages?
i'd take a postcard
" the Parisian night sky
lit up like a harlot...
the smell of dog shit
and cigars...
wish you were here"
i need a holiday
wise teaching - Intimacy: Trusting Oneself and the Other by Osho
"Everything can be lost, nothing is certain, and that's why everything is so beautiful. And that's why you need not postpone for a single moment- if you want to love a person, love them here, now. Love them. Because nobody knows what is going to happen in the next moment. The next moment there may be no possibility for love, and then you will repent for the whole of your life. You could have loved, you could have lived. Then remorse surrounds a person, repentance and a deep guilt felt, as if you have been committing suicide.
Life is uncertain. No one can make it certain. Life is fragile, delicate, always moving into the unknown; that's its beauty. One needs to be courageous, adventurous. So be a gambler. Live this moment, and live it totally. You will be there to tackle it - as you have been able to tackle the past, you will be able to tackle the future also - and you will be more capable because you will be more experienced.
So it is not a question of whether the other is going to be there the next moment. The question is that if he is available to you in this moment, love him. Don't waste this moment in thinking and worrying about the future because this is suicidal. Don't pay a single thought to the future because nothing can be done about it, so it is a sheer waste of energy. love this man and be loved by him.
So become happier. From this very moment, try to live this moment. Use this moment not in worrying but in living. Small things can become so beautiful. A little caring, a little sharing, that's all life is." - Osho
six seventeen
i breathed into your palm
whispered into your shiny hair
muttered softly through sheets
sprinkled with sunlight
while you slept -
your kiss is sublime.
whispered into your shiny hair
muttered softly through sheets
sprinkled with sunlight
while you slept -
your kiss is sublime.
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