Be like a wild river

Be like a wild river, and much that you cannot even dream of, cannot even imagine, cannot even hope for, is available just around the corner, just within the reach.
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Live life of an open hand. The whole sky is available, don't settle for less. Never settle for less. The whole sky is our birthright - to fly to the farthest corners of existence and to enjoy and delight in and celebrate all that life has given.


/Osho/

Haikas

Sometimes nights are so beautiful and fulfilled. We were sitting in a small appartment - a place that for many years has been part of our realities and togetherness. We drank Riga Black Balsam and as the night was still young and the morning was never gonna come, we started writing haikas. Every person wrote one line and then folded it so that the next person wouldn't see. And we kept on passing it around...
Later we read them aloud and there were so amazing vibes, so I decided to share some...

Beauty!




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(Authors: Ģirts, Kollis, Ulla, Māris)

Desmit gari gadi
Trīsdimensiju apokalipse
Kaut mēs visi tā varētu

Ten long years
Three-dimensional Apocalypse
Wishing we all could so

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Jauno pumpuru smarža
Vientulība ir fiziska un Tevis nav blakus
Es negribu būt citāds

The fragrance of young burgeons
Loneliness is physical and you are not next to me
I don't want to be different

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Baudot Budu
Es saku kā ir
Lietus līst

Enjoying Budha
I am telling as it is
Raindrops are falling

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Deviņi Pērkoni
Satverot sauli noriet vējš
Tad labāk zagt neesošas lietas

Nine Thunderers
Having cathed the sun the wind sets
It is better then to steal non-existing things

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Rīta vairs nebija
Bij iestājies pārspīlēts kontrasts
Saule aust

The morning was no longer there
Hyperbolic contrast appeared
The sun is rising

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Gribu būt atklāts
Pat ieraugot mežus tā saprot
Es ceru, ka krāsas nekad nebeigsies

I want to be honest
Even seeing forests she understands
I hope, that we will never run out of colors

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Zibens uzplaiksnījums
Es domāju citādi
Zīle nav kastanis

The flicker of the lightning
My way of thinking is different
Titmouse is not a chestnut

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Kad ielīdu alā
Sirds pilna mūzikas
Mīli mani šeit

When I crawled into a cave
My heart was filled with music
Love me here

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Dziļi sirdī jūtu
Es zinu, man nebeigsies degviela
Horizonts ir pazudis

Deep inside my heart I have a feeling
I know, I will not run out of the fuel
Horizon has dissapeared

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Lapsa skrien
Es eju un satieku sauli
Laiks ir ilūzija

A fox is running
I am walking and meeting the sun
Time is illusion

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Aizpogā sajūtu vējjaku
Zem asfalta dzīvo pilsēta
Visapkārt bērni

Button up the blazer of feelings
Under the asphalt is living a city
Children all around

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Viegli dusot spilvens spiež
Jūra ir galējais punkts
Saplīsušas kedas

Gently sleeping pillow hurts
Sea is the uttermost point
Bursted sneakers

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Nodomāju klusi
Kā vējā gramafons
Citi ir dzimuši mūžīgai naktij

I was thinking quietly
Just like a gramophone in the wind
Some of us are born for the eternal night

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Ierados pirms pusnakts
Manas acis Tavu esamību skauj
Atkal aizdomājos

I arrived before the midnight
My eyes are embracing your existence
I am walking in my thoughts again


And many more...

P.S.
Sorry for my English, but it is so hard to find the right words in another language for these vibes in Latvian.

Back to the beauty

A touch of my wild days in the sun...
Here is the album:

The Wild Beauty

There are so many people in the World. Billions of them are dreaming about going somewhere. And billions of them are dreaming about coming back home...

So nice how you said it, and I looked up into the sky to see the raindrops slowly landing in my garden..

A storm

Right in my gardens and all across the Universe..
It comes to invite you, to embrace and to melt you until you are touched by the silence which lands all over you.
The silence of the storm.

And all the while
All the while
I am diving into the music of the colors of my dreams.

There is a song playing through another wall.. and meanwhile my soul is flying high and slowly touching the moment of beauty.

This is an endless road- you know it, and we all go on searching. So do I - I am going back to India. Again and again. To see the places and moments from the past and celebrate the Here And Now! To enter churches and temples, to ride in crowded busses, that will bring me closer and closer to myself.

One thing, that night stroke me - she said, that we all meet God through our fathers. And it stopped me for a while and kept me thinking..

So while the leaves are slowly loosing the beautiful color in my streets, I am leaving on a jet plane...

The gold.

Did I wake up again in an endless field of some already known non-existence?

Difficult to touch it.
Strange.
Should I?
Well, I was thinking were do all our dreams go? Where lives the freedom of my dreams and all those realities?
And then I was thinking where do all the people go? - Where do we all live? Surrounded by our own fears, extasies and loneliness..

I hugged a dog today, and its eyes were full of love. So I was thinking how does it look in Dogs' Heaven?

The church behind my garden looks beautiful, even though - always closed for me.
But while every night I wake up in the middle of the beauty, my trees are getting colored. It is the autumn I love. The autumn comes to paint my streets and forests.
And I love.
It is the gold.
It is the gold of the moment!