Releasing the illusions of the past, Ignoring the worries of the future, I allow myself to be, To feel positive and negative of each moment, With nothing to hide, I am jumping high, In the passionate embrace Of the present moment Advertisements
I look at you How tall and green Alone you stand. And I wonder truly How is it to be you? To watch so many Days and nights go by Like a silent witness. Witness to the land Of an indescribable beauty. Where everything Has its own place. Seemingly peaceful Seemingly the same Yet if
Once upon a time there was a tree that bore a strange fruit. The fruit that almost looked like the tree but not exactly. It wrapped itself around the tree and slowly started sliding down. As it descended lower and lower, the more ripe it became. Until one day it freed itself from the tree
You are my love and I know it, The only one and I show it. My love, my fear, my pride, my gear, My passion, my life, my courage, my fright. All of it you are and so much more. My story I can tell you. You know me so well. You know my existence.
Inspired by Bangkok-based artist’s, Nino Sarabutra’s, exhibition “What will you leave behind?”. She filled the floor of Ardel Gallery in Bangkok with 100,000 miniature porcelain skulls, inviting visitors to walk on them contemplating the question… (also blogged about at http://rj-timeout.com/2013/09/30/walking-on-empty-heads-september-30th-2013)