Old Souls..

Old Souls know too much they can't explain.
Old Souls feel too much that it aches.
Old Souls have chained wings.
Old Souls know they are in-between.
Old Souls accept their fate.
Old Souls see what young ones cannot see yet.
Old Souls feel the pleasure and pain to be free.

Candie

Jim Morrison ~ The Severed Garden

"How God Created the Gypsies" Old Tale

When God made men, he made them all different colours, to live in different places upon the earth.
He called them all before him, and told them he would send them each to a different place, and give each of them gifts the better to bear the hardships they would endure on Earth.

To the black man, he said: “You, I will send to the hot lands of Africa. You will have the gifts of dignity, pride and beauty. You will bring joy to all mankind through your music and courage.”
To the Yellow man, he said: “You, I will send to the lands of Asia. You will have the gifts of art, spirituality and intelligence. You will bring wonders to all mankind through the genius of your mind.’’

To the White Man, he said: “You, I will send to the cold northern lands. You will have the gifts of ingenuity, curiosity and creativity. Do not misuse these gifts and you will bring new horizons to all mankind.’’

To the Red man, he said: “You, I will send to the Great Plains. You will have the gifts of unity, understanding and co-operation. You will be the custodians of the great circle of life for all mankind.’’

While this was going on, the Gipsy Man stood apart. When God had finished with the others, he approached the throne.

“Please, Lord,’’ the Gipsy Man said, “where are you sending me?’’

“Nowhere in particular,’’ God said. “You may roam as you please.’’

“And what gifts shall I receive?” the Gipsy Man asked.

God looked down at him sadly. “You, my friend, will be shoved from pillar to post, reviled and mistreated, for I am giving you the greatest gift of all – freedom.’’

The Oldest Known Melody (Hurrian Hymn no.6 - c.1400 B.C.)

It's that time again..

Have a blessed Ostara.Have a blessed Nowruz.

Enjoy life to the fullest.Love,sing,laugh,celebrate who you are and what you have.


Don't live a half life 

Do not love half lovers
Do not entertain half friends
Do not indulge in works of the half talented
Do not live half a life and do not die a half death

If you choose silence, then be silent

When you speak, do so until you are finished
Do not silence yourself to say something
And do not speak to be silent

If you accept, then express it bluntly
Do not mask it

If you refuse then be clear about it 
for an ambiguous refusal
is but a weak acceptance

Do not accept half a solution

Do not believe half truths

Do not dream half a dream

Do not fantasize about half hopes

Half a drink will not quench your thirst

Half a meal will not satiate your hunger

Half the way will get you no where

Half an idea will bear you no results

Your other half is not the one you love
It is you in another time yet in the same space

It is you when you are not

Half a life is a life you didn't live,
A word you have not said

A smile you postponed
A love you have not had
A friendship you did not know

To reach and not arrive
Work and not work

Attend only to be absent

What makes you a stranger to them closest to you

and they strangers to you

The half is a mere moment of inability

but you are able for you are not half a being

You are a whole that exists
to live a life not half a life

Gibran Khalil Gibran

Que la paix règne enfin Ad Ezzi Ssaa Sidi BemoleHocine Boukellasous tit...

Winter and Death...

Winter and Death.Powerful time of transformation and renewal.The return of the Sun,the Truth..
It reminds us that,as powerful one may be,no one has power over this.Kings die and so do bishops.It's bigger than we are.

Yules blessings,May the essential remains while the superficial dies.Specially at this time of the year,when madness has touched most of the population.Eating,drinking,buying and throwing away excessively.Let's fullfill our heart,not our house or stomach.

Candie