Die Slowly - Pablo Neruda

A friend of mine sent me this yesterday, my soul was captured by these wise words so I wanted to share it with the world.

Die Slowly
He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience, dies slowly.

He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones “is” rather than a bundle of emotions,
the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings, dies slowly.

He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives, die slowly.

He who does not travel,
who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself, dies slowly.

He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck,
about the rain that never stops, dies slowly.

He or she who abandon a project before starting it,
who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know,
he or she who don’t reply when they are asked something they do know, die slowly.

Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,
always reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort by far
greater than the simple fact of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

Letting it all go

Letting go would lead to another heart break

Memories are doing their jobs again, healing the wounds

When you left, silence came by

Left that old basket of memories by my feet

Acting like an old school master, upset of me doing it wrong again

Teaching me over again, how to cope with this pain of missing you

Deep and heavy was the truth you left behind

You left the room empty of everything but yourself

The room shines in the morning sun, missing you

Behind my close eyes angels dance with a Greek God

Who knows when will I have my solitude moments with him again?

Call this a dream if you want to...........

With me in a dark corner,

Captured in such a silence

with past always in front between me and the future I will never get to,

Traces of the past alway lead to the point of no return

This bobble I live in makes me so vulnerable

as if captured by aliens!

Once I took all courage I could find to plant you and me,

into a new being to grow in me by turning to a silk cocoon

I could have been the mother of a butterfly,

responsible for hurricanes in another part of the world

My weak roots couldn't stand the winds of ancient orders

Pity, these broken wings exiled me in a frozen land

I did walk with you in my mind and all the memories locked in my soul

Walked with hostages of faith,

with eyes blind of tears that I dropped for return journey

It’s not my color or my faith darling I lost them both

Or all those tears that were suppose to light the way back that were gone

I’ve learned that emptiness of the hearts aches more

Days with constant memories and absent being turned to nights full of dreams

Books were full of words about the love that would hold the happiness tight and safe,

I read them all that’s why my heart is still urged to learn swimming

Past the time and the place into skies

This distance is not the object between me and happiness

I do know how to rush into your arms to witness that smile with a dot

I know how to be whole again

I could ride the waves and sail back to the time

It’s the tide of freedom I am waiting for

To sail me back safe and whole,

There is no blood in that tide

I wonder how they could lie about this in school.

What was that cold, gray, violent thing they introduced as freedom?

That thing could not save anyone but Love does!

One must be born free to stay out of reach for traditions

Do you remember my birth in that dungeon they built for my mother?

Forced orders was my first wrapper,

No wonder courage seemed so scary in those days, but I am sure my soul left the place

But not soon enough to change all that was wrong for us, or even try to

Not as if it ever would make any sense to anyone

And I certainly would be stopped and defeated all the same

But I would have a chance to earn the king’s respect just for trying all that

And maybe, he would send out the prince to ride out and save me!

Maybe we still can save the planet

Life is walking away from us all

this world is not big enough to hold on us and all we desire

Happiness is back to shadow, and sun is not shining as it used to

My daughter shows me the clouds while waiting for my answer

God knows I can’t tell her what time it is

Her life has just started……………

I just wonder how I still can live with myself knowing how frighten she was in that moment

asking why they are burning the planet

I tightened my grip around her tiny hand

and hold on her courage to confess the truth to her shadow

That there never been them, it’s us doing the harm

It’s us giving life to the fire, it's us living for today with no faith on tomorrow

I still hear her in my mind, asking me over and over again

“Can’t we just stop this madness mum?”

Maybe I could stretch the time line or find a way to turn the clock back just for her

may be we should all do that,

maybe the answer is a trip back to the time we wanted less but felt more

maybe we still can save this planet

To a friend in Irak

They came disguised as movie stars wearing Ray Bans and

Submachine guns like those figures right out of fiction movies

Their mission was "bringing democracy" they said

Some among you whispered distrust, some dared to hope

Some waited for WMD to be found,

Some even waited for justice while your army was trained to fell you down

Some died or tortured in prisons and some in line to vote,

While your leaders been selected for you

They hanged the truth in the air along with common criminals,

None of us did care enough to do something

We kept reading headlines written by embedded newsman

Your body count never stopped but we hold on to our silence

You should neither forget nor forgive us for not standing by your side

No one ever could claim that the world outside didn’t know

What we lacked was courage and humanity; we were acting as we didn’t care

To tell the truth, no one did; not really otherwise you would be free by now

We still act the same; my heart aches to say this

But you are on your own, please don’t count on us

These dark materials will fill our history books some day

I am sure our kids will be fed by them to grow as stupid as us

The truth is out there not hidden but ignored

The same truth that should save you now

You should not forget our betray neither should you forgive

If all we offer is pity and silence, none does you any good

With the dance of rain

I will write us down, with all those mighty words the world of men came upon
to describe the grounds our feet could walk on,
to point the heights, we could only sense

Believe me light grows behind the darkness
and I can show you desert flowers one day
A simple dance for rain, could save this world my darling

The old man said
without the truth, smiles will be spelled with tears
and read this somewhere that
people with laughs painted on their face, settle for boxes full of sorrow
What's worst is that our parents will die as fools, while acting like heroes we never had
I have to tell all that is not said, with my most gentle voice
and that will be my way to remember the love greater than my courage
to be the fairy tale you used to call me

It is called divorce not crime

Two pair of frighten eyes was watching from the dark corner of the room, no way I could ignore the existing of the fragile souls behind those eyes that could break in pieces. The silence would make him take further steps in this stupid confrontation. He has done it before, so why not now. if only I could send them to a warm sunny beach away from this scene away from us with a simple wish thinking.

Hated myself for dreaming in such a moments, while I needed to be focused. Instead of finding a solution for the situation I was dreaming what was wrong with me? have I thought in that desperate moment that the devastating event could be freeze if I was dreaming? ...............

Still I can't answer to that question, but seven years have passed and I have these flash backs to those days. Every time he is back to see the girls they just pop up on my mind. I feel so little, his return is my reminder of what we have done to them, our kids.

I am sure my daughters feel the same anxiety as I, not as if we bring it in the open and talk about it. But it's there in all 3 of us, feelings like these makes us sisters instead of mother and daughters. Sisters that need to be on their guards.

It's us and him, just the thought sends shivers down my spine. It shouldn't be like this, he should be the other base they build their own lives on. Every time he comes, he acts as if someone has put him on a trial and he needs to feel innocent and as always in lack of understanding he desperately victimizes himself.

None of us even try anymore to reason with him. He will never accept that it is nobody's fault. Sometimes life turns in this way and people divorce from each other, families break and children grow up. There is no crime commited here, this is called divorce that's all.