Words: Maybe it’s all exactly the same thing. 

‘’ Some people come, some people go. Some come to teach you how to love, others to teach you how to let go… Some things burn to ashes, before they have even begun, others are built, day by day, slowly and patiently. It’s beautiful… this ever revolving push and pull of life, isn’t it? This not knowing, which is which? Maybe the destruction is a construction… and the things we think we are building, slowly, are the ones that are burning after all. Maybe it’s all exactly the same thing.  ‘’ 

  • From my notes.
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Poem: The Heart of The Free

We break, we laugh and we keep going, 

It is the heart of the wanderer, 

The soul of the free, 

To search and to never stop trusting, 

The inner fire that keeps propelling, 

Ruthlessly and instinctively, as sure as the day. 

As steady as the halo of the moon, 

Long after we travel into ourselves, 

We find what we have been looking for, 

Was inside this shimmering spirit all along,

But still we keep on, becoming the

Queens and Kings we are meant to always be. 

Maybe, maybe….

Maybe unicorns and rainbows always do go together. Maybe life is always a series of maybes… maybe there are no great timings at all. Maybe we make our own timings and we just have to trust that everything will be ok. That our hearts are stronger, that our souls are wiser, and that our minds will be silenced enough for us to really live. And maybe just maybe, that is more than enough.

Poem: In High Palaces

In High Palaces voices sing, 

Through invisible distances

Of lost times and broken stones, 

Listen! Listen to the lullabies. 

They are angels of others, 

Way down in the depths of the self, 

In vast alleys of the great unknown

Grown fast, deep and wide, 

Stretch out to the open sky. 

Let the roots sink and the wings fly. 

Become a flower that shines, 

A bird that is endlessly gliding, 

A spirit that forever loves. 

Go down darling, deep down. 

Listen to the songs that come. 

Be ready to sacrifice yourself, 

And what is yours will come to you

As it has always been. 

Let your own voice laugh in the shadows, 

Be ready to cry in your little heart, 

And what has been will become. 

Once again, as designed, as promised,
As it is meant to be. 

We are just wanderers….

” Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.” Anatole France

And … couldn’t agree more:

“And the idea of just wandering off to a cafe with a notebook and writing and seeing where that takes me for awhile is just bliss.” J. K. Rowling

‘Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost…. Let us all unite!’ The Final Speech from The Great Dictator

” I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone – if possible – Jew, Gentile – black man – white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness – not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost….

The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men – cries out for universal brotherhoodfor the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world – millions of despairing men, women, and little children – victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.

To those who can hear me, I say – do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed – the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. …..

Soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes – men who despise you – enslave you – who regiment your lives – tell you what to do – what to think and what to feel! Who drill you – diet you – treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men – machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate – the unloved and the unnatural! Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty!

In the 17th Chapter of St Luke it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man” – not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power – the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.

Then – in the name of democracy – let us use that power – let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world – a decent world that will give men a chance to work – that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfil that promise. They never will!

Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the world – to do away with national barriers – to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers! in the name of democracy, let us all unite! ”