NANA G SMITH

Leonard Cohen

My all times favorite poet and song writer. My secret lover from another dimension. Where are you now? Hope you are still writing and making “lives” better every day for millions of listeners; with the death of your thoughts, your suffering, your self-seeking, your “black” humor, your words, your elegance and your unconditional modesty. Miss you Leonard Cohen!

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“Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah”
~ Leonard Cohen

pianist

“Suddenly the night has grown colder
The god of love preparing to depart
Alexandra hoisted on his shoulder,
They slip between the sentries of the heart”
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“Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.”

~ Leonard Cohen

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“And she’s there where
The light and the darkness divide
And the steam’s coming off her
She’s huge and she’s shy
And she steps on the moon…
When she paws at the sky”
~ Leonard Cohen

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“Come over to the window, my little darling
I’d like to try to read your palm
I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy
Before I let you take me home.”

~ Leonard Cohen

We’re fascinated by the

Words

— but where we

meet

is in the

silence

behind them.

~~ Ram Dass

Brush stroke

Learning is a complex process. Sharing your knowledge with others brings satisfaction. Knowing that others understood and appreciated your knowledge brings fulfilment and closure to all the doubts we teachers have daily: do I have enough knowledge to teach? Am I good enough to be allowed to share what I know with others? And then you go in class, you go and take teachers place and here you see a clear willingness to learn…

 painting

This is a small painting I did today. I was experimenting with drawings for a while; but now I have molbert and brushes and paints and I can dare to go further. I do not know why working on this art brought philosophical thoughts above, but it did!

As my mother would say, everything happens for reason.

It is not signed, and I am still thinking title.

Title suggestions are welcome.

Nana

 

 

Wild is the Wind

Love me, love me, love me, love me
Say you do
Let me fly away
With you
For my love is like
The wind
And wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Give me more
Than one caress
Satisfy this
Hungriness
Let the wind
Blow through your heart
For wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
You
Touch me
I hear the sound
Of mandolins
You
Kiss me
With your kiss
My life begins
You’re spring to me
All things
To me
Don’t you know you’re
Life itself
Like a leaf clings
To the tree
Oh my darling,
Cling to me
For we’re like creatures
Of the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
You
Touch me
I hear the sound
Of mandolins
You
Kiss me
With your kiss
My
You
Touch me
I hear the sound
Of mandolins
You
Kiss me
With your kiss
My life begins
You’re spring to me
All things
To me
Don’t you know you’re
Life itself
Like a leaf clings
To the tree
Oh my darling,
Cling to me
For we’re like creatures
In the wind
And wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind

Two totally deference perforce of the same song. Both breathtaking… Wild is the wind… Wild is the wind… Wild is the wind…Wild is the wind

 

Words

“Raise your words, not voice.

It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”

~ Rumi

Life Force

Chi same as prana, same a life force, same as energy always flows in and out. Its everywhere around us and in us. Once its stops moving the live ends. As long, as we are alive it moves in and out in constant circular motion, just like our planet itself.

Take some time out from the busy life.

Just sit.

Just breathe.

Sit in solitude.

Try solitude even though it may be hard for mind.

You may cry first, or you may lough.

Feel or imagine energy coming in and out;  more you can sit still the more you will feel it.

And then, all-of-the sadden your heart opens to universe.

Feel your heart, feel the beat of the heart, open and open and open it with love and acceptance and compassion.

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“We must become so alone, so utterly alone, that we withdraw into our innermost self. It is a way of bitter suffering. But then our solitude is overcome, we are no longer alone, for we find that our innermost self is the spirit, that it is God, the indivisible. And suddenly we find ourselves in the midst of the world, yet undisturbed by its multiplicity, for our innermost soul we know ourselves to be one with all being.”
~ Hermann Hesse

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