The Master Plan

So here it is... The what, when, who, how and why... The master plan of life, success, love, and happiness... The master plan is here. Come get it, its free! It's the ultimate page of the ultimate plan, the perfect score, the perfect coming, the reason for all that is and will be. Come and get it, it won't last much longer! It's the master plan of faith and hate, of anger, revenge and a little thing call sweat. Come get it now, don't wait more, longer, for whatever you are losing in the finding! Come and get your mortality check rate, that which makes you human, that which makes you whole... Come, you won't regret it, no! It's the greatest of the great, the perspective of all... just look in this box and you shall see that which is inside of you! That which makes you be! Come and get it! Come and get it! You can see it, touch it and take it home with you! It's the truth of the truth, the weight of the spirit, the angelic face of temptation... Come and you shall change!

But I must warn you that what you'll see here... that which could appear before you, might scare you deeply, to the core... 'cause the truth is never what we expect, it's not necessarily what you want. So you are warned, my friend, that everything you see, the pools of the colors, the amorous nature of the being, the dominant condition of life, and the sweet, juicy temptation would try to fool you into running away... Away from the secret, the secret of life, the secret of being, the secret plan of the master plan of the incongruous nature of self. So, if you see the devil in there do not run, do not move, do not scream... be patient and the light will follow... Everything is balanced in the plan, good and bad together... they form the you that you are, have or will be.

Do not run... but come, come get it, come see it, come find it now! 'Cause you deserve it, cause you know it, deep down you know what it is you'll see... So look now, look deep... the reflection never lies and in the pool of your eyes is the window to the soul. Look deep, my dear... Find that which you are suppose to find, to lose, to cherish, to die for. Find yourself and you will have found the plan, the master plan of life, love... the perfect and yet so imperfect plan of ... of whatever you want it to be. Look deep... and come and get it... come, come, come... Don't waste more time, my sweet... It's there!!!! There, there! Look, look now or you shall miss it! Look before it leaves... slowly flying in the wind...

Come... You won't regret the charge... and maybe, just maybe you'll come back again to see if the plan, that master, ultimate, perfect plan hasn't change... 'Cause between you and me, the secret is it does... it changes every day, every hour, every minute, every second you hesitate... So don't! Just open the box... open it, get what's inside, but first you have to look in, to search with your eyes in your eyes... And then you shall be.

Just passing through...

Just passing through...

Through a lot of places... moments.... a lot of persons... fates... holidays... aspirations... stress... simply a lot of everything.

So I was going through a place and saw this two poems... poems I love and that every time I read them I just feel... that's it, I feel. They move me in a way not many things do. So I decided to share them with you, my lil green faithful guys.

I know I haven't been around for a while and that I might never be here for you... but I do remember. I just feel I have nothing that I really want to say. So today, that I'm feeling pretty much okay and still a little bit sad I wanted to share these beautiful poems.




I CARRY YOUR HEART WITH ME BY E.E. CUMMINGS

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in
My heart) I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
By only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear
No fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want
No world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
And it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
And whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
And the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
Higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)





ONE ART BY ELIZABETH BISHOP

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.




Hope you like them, greeny... And excuse the paintings, not great but then again... they were merely doodles of a lost brush. No worries, I found it... I think.