Have you ever noticed how an ear, a wing, and number 8 are so similar?
I wanted to draw a beautiful image. The more I tried, the angrier the image got.
But I realised it was not the image, it was me.
This is the tension that built up in me trying to draw a beautiful image. I think it was the child in me that got so angry because she knew, the image was not for me. It was not me. What about me? When about me? When can I play and do what I want without being punished? How much longer do we pretend and try to please father? What will happen when we just let go and play?
I have tried so hard to be good, to do well so my father would accept me. Until I just could not take it anymore, the wish to be accepted by him had made me so tense, the inability to let go and do what I wanted. This is the most difficult image I ever draw, I kept thinking how embarrassed my father would be if he saw it. How ashamed I was to discover that all I wanted was to draw kittens and flowers and write “For mommy” in the corner of the image. Once I did it, I sat and cried in a warm bath and knew it was finally over. My father’s shame was not mine anymore.
When there is a +, there will always be a –
Always a wave, always a wave, another wave ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Nothing I can do to change it, but I can choose to relax in the 0
…and watch the dance of + and –
On one of the saddest evenings I ever had, I drew the happiest picture I ever have
Once I let go of listening to my father, I started hearing the World. I had always wanted to draw images that would look more like grown-ups, and I finally could.
Blood gone,
With sprouts in my ears, I can now listen to anything I want. I am the leaf but I am the branch, too! I can now listen to what I want,
I can dance in the wind
And fly off and die
Because I am a leaf!
And I am the branch
I can be broken off and burnt
Because I am a branch
And because I am the tree
The tree of life
Me
now I know what meme means
which says
Up on Melancholy Hill, there’s a plastic tree
Are you here with me?
Just looking out on the day of another dream
Where you can’t get what you want, but you can get me
So let’s set out to sea, love
‘Cause you are my medicine when you’re close to me
When you’re close to me
[Interlude]
(Ah-ah)
[Verse 2: 2-D]
So call in the submarines, ’round the world we’ll go
Does anybody know her?
If we’re looking out on the day of another dream?
(Ah-ah)
If you can’t get what you want, then you come with me
Up on Melancholy Hill, sits the manatee (Ah-ah-ah-ah), love
Just looking out for the day when you’re close to me
When you’re close to me
Story of Clear- Eyes
guys, guys, in the end, we all just eyes!
funny surprise
we all just eyes!
lies, lies!
lies disguise
cries, cries!
mine! mine!
you look so fine
crime! crime!
wine! wine!
smile! smile!
die! die!
shine shine
what look next time?
alive, forever, alive
and when lucky
then alive and kind
and beautiful life
kind eyes
for yourself first
to see in in yourself first
you see it in another
and help another
to see it in them
just look at all the eyes
actually all so kind
without the mind
that makes them the same
a silly game
to see without colors
to lose our ears
fear
because all is dark now
without being kind
I want all to be mine!
how little time!
and with blind eye all can be yours
all behind closer doors
until someone sees
the kind in you
so once again you can be
kind too
in kind eye skies
all look at others with kind eyes
they recognise you
mostly dont know why
still mind’s eye
blind
but heart sees
even with no eyes
heart can look into your eyes
and dry your eyes
its’s time
bye 🙂