Cherries

In the garden where cherries grow, grow every year

I sit and wait until next year comes

There, cherries, the diamonds reflect my memories

me as a child, as a girl, as a blossoming flower

there I sit and wait longer, and longer

and all memories arrive back to me

and I see my grandmother in an old- fashioned apron

leaning back, under that tree, that tree of solitude

waiting for cherries to be thrown down by me

there are gone, memories decay

but I still sit and wait, and wallow, wallow

waiting for year, the year that follows

my memories

tones and lyrics that always create wetness in my visuals

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4o4Cditrb8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vxQs84FMWQ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rO8JWbG6bVw

I sometimes wonder how each of us, each individual, each soul, each wandering body, and questing apples, we all can bear the beauty of the world.
Do you also need to cry when you see it? When you have that over-encompassing feeling, when it all is brimming over, over your soul because mind has exposed you to the cradle of prettiness, not prettiness like you see, but you feel, you breathe in, and out, like the air, the simple invisible, air, the most relevant particle in our life.
THE PERPETUATING IRONY OF LIFE. THE IMPORTANT IS INVISIBLE TO EYES. Even the little prince, so big in his heart knew it.

I' ll buy an airbag for my soulquake. Note*: Please.

As I have heard yesterday on a lecture of one famous Czech religionist, love is into a great extent a decision, a product of our will, and not just a mere consequence of happening coincidence between the emotions or feelings between two eyes, two souls, two human corpses. Is love?
I strongly believe in that belief. We know, that loving somebody, or rather possessing profound passionate emotions toward somebody emerges within circle of constant reassuring judgments that the choice is correct, or on the other hand adding up all the cons that are emerging within.
This all is so complex, and in fact we still keep on distinction between will, emotions, love, decision, cognition, and so on.
I will be a scientist, I even might be one already. I will be soon officially though. This does not prevent me from spending time pondering about things between heaven and earth, between physical and mental, more than anything I wanna be myself. Find myself, whether among tables and figures of cognitive science, or between lines of poems, and stories. Life is a combination of all the possible possibilities. We make them possible, and that is our will. My will is never to lose hope for seeing them. Life is a story, we see lines, in between them.
I stay humble, humble in from of the conundrum. LIFE.

wow, suddenly encroached with fully- blown wind from all street corners, ruthless winter sharpening her teeth, and leaves under feet, everything seems to be so precious.
Fragile pieces of human life are written down on the sad days pages, I believe, I see, and I scream for more silent days as if somebody had broken my heart without my permission. I would like to be a king of my own life, my own heart commands, and as I can see these days, followed by easily impact- of- a huge- intensity distorted reality of mine, this might be the most combat- requiring part of human life.
Do you remember the lady with umbrella I had mentioned several blogs ago?
We expect certain things to be flowing according to pace of our mind. To fit. To be scrubbed by it in case of evidence shows different testimony.
Mind is a tricky mechanism (if it really mechanism is), and I ,myself, am fully aware of its from truth misleading damages it can cause. This is a spot that I precisely did not wanna be facing. That whole Truth or Non- Truth question, or philosophical quest.
No matter how we call it, we all believe in some truth, percentage of information conceived ( and yes, I say conceived) by ourselves, that would be consistent with our belief about truth of that information.
And I am everlastingly trapped in the belief of the truth I just conceived by help of this (even not mine) keyboard. I am reveling, so reveling in it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=He0aIxpItBw&feature=related

life oddity

There is always one leaf falling down from your LIFE tree every day. At night, when you are sleeping , I am standing under, catching it. Will YOU, will YOU be the savior of MINE?

i felt in love with the words of a biologist

as i read a book called tree of knowledge by maturana and varela i encountered a very compelling definition of love, and it relentlessly swings back and forth in my mind.

"the expression of biological interpersonal congruence that lets us see the other person and open up the room for existence beside us."

so i got up and opened the window.

i have found a new window tonight

I have found a new window
a window without widows in its frame
where scream does not echo
as in dreams that are echoless
opening the window
i besiege you for your faith in me
since to you i bestow
when you look too close
the window has your face
and i am being hurt in silence

To you all my honor falls (to (not just) Lord Byron)

To the well of your soul
all my honor,there it falls,
suppose it' s your fault
that I would crawl
to the end of the world
(does it exist though?)
to find myself as yours.

gone

i cried your name
and you did not come

you cried my name
and i was gone