Surgery day..

The virgin canvas of my groin will tell a story later on today, just like a painting . Thus ready to be dissected...

Divine proportion...

treasures populating the hidden spots of a bubbling nature. I kneeled to photograph the purple flowers onto the very same spot were the sneaky nettles were growing, like a fortress raised to defend this jewel. It worthed the itching though, don't you think?

Missing you...

My balcony tiny garden...

These are spinaches planted following Anastasia's precepts, they sprouted in only one week. This picture is from this morning (10 days) I had to leave then today in Amsterdam for more than to weeks... i will be sending love from the distance to them together with the basil, dill, lavender, sunflowers, marijuana and the almond tree that i also planted. Can wait to come back and starting to enjoy their healing and beneficial properties, will post some pictures when i come back.

TALE’S TITLE SETTING

That is how it works, there is no secret; the matter communicates in the deepest level now and forever, from here to the time of ancient civilizations which mysteries were hidden in sarcophaguses. The daisy growing in a skull’s eye socket, distinguished plant pot, which halo represents the breath of the caterpillar climbing up the branches of an extinguished prehistoric conifer. My sun is a colleague of your sun; the son of the cannibal tribe singer prays to be out of the phagocytizing circle, in perfect synchrony with the predisposition that entomologists have to appreciate what is invisible to the rest. I see nests on the trees, all over the place; they were there since my zero anniversary, where were my eyes? What kind of particles go through the air, cutting steel as if it would be butter? The same volcano or the same tornado, compiled climatic changes that shook the tiny spaces between the particles inside of my atoms. A slight variation on the sequence of the waves and the history revives with ardent novelty. It is a brand new world that is seizing by doubt; the confusion is replaced by the acknowledgement of the ignorance. Look in the palm of my hand, the sacred path of nature’s scream ramifies on my skin as if me myself would be a brother’s tree, and I have no doubt I am. Exchangeable, wise, differing elements converge in a moment in time, to make of the variety molecular associations, a supreme way to achieve any imaginable combination. B_Nour

FREELANCE HAPPINESS

What makes me happy the most? To be able to provide somebody else’s happiness. Of course I like little external joys that are provoked by other human, but I don’t surrender to the expectative of a foreign response. What counts is here, nowhere else in this globe. What is the wonder? That now that there is no intention, it just flows. Whatever I am I am, despite of… and the relevance does not increase by hollow flattering or the recognition, that false friend semi buried in a sandbox. And it happens to be that I am under the glass of the exclusive items showcase. Yes, the same that is talking, the one that once was resigned itself to be a bargain sale, by life’s discomfort, by pushing too hard against what is essential. There is nothing more attractive to me than the marriage with nature, the one take wild profiles associated by similarity. So come and crown me, the one for so long already known as an ascetic queen, let me deck you out with this garland inside the garland that bloomed in my birth. There is no actual certification, no grade achieved or to achieve, the count grows by being plugged to the interstellar balance that preceded and will remain. I can’t help but to love all that is here in this moment around me. What I was given is not mine is a vehicle to serve in the name of the rotational health. I can’t explain how gratifying is to enjoy the new order that is created by exploiting this refreshing condition, it revives anything and anyone by proximity, I can tell. All that was necessary was the absence of need for fulfillment, due to the fact that the amphora of earthy body clay containing the ethereal soul fluids is on its own complete and doesn’t really need to be fulfilled. B_Nour

Pending from perspective

And the light came to me....

from in between the trees' lace.

The centenary marriage

Kind of busy

today :)

Roadside miracle shrooms...

I took this picture early this morning... i was surprised nobody else would stop and admire this little wonder, they were too much in a hurry to get to their jobs i guess....

THE AGE OF THE GIST

What a day, what a day… too short anyway. Like those ones at the funfair when everything seemed to pass by so fast that only the smell on the clothes, bubble gum pink cotton candy, would certify it all happened. Now-a-days the tasks are harsher that the ones of a painted tin spinning top, but no the intentions, rocket propelled frenetic rhythm, eager to do as much as possible between the squashed minutes. My querulous arch has a dual face; being a comedy mask that once cries twice laughs. If I only wouldn’t need to sleep, if only I could keep the illusory daytime’s programming wheel stuck in second one with a toothpick. What a wonderful multiplied history would be written, with no sense of end, elongated subsistence enriched by the eager to persist here and now. I ask myself how I did all these years, where are the garbage bags? Is it that something that I should fear? It is similar to the dependence on the virtual tools, but this time I work like a teenager is obligated to. No parents looking, not need for it to preserve the diligent tone, ant martial step, putting bricks under the bricks, this is the age of the gist. Starting under the impulse of the inner spirit, sleeping beauty, ignored for silent. As it is said, “You will recognize them by their fruits”, and the sweat and mud that comes with it. I am going crazy to make of the harvest instant the best one the events, messy busy, trying to perform to all the requested gigs. 2011 comes crammed of juicy irresistible, though not for free, gifts. B_Nour