Art in Mirror

16/03/2025

Ten wiersz jest otuleniem bezsilności, którą nosiłam od dziecka.

„Naga bezsilność”
Ona leży nieruchoma
Ciężka, wiotka
Nie dociągniesz jej
Łóżko jest za daleko
Za wysokie

Ciemność na progu
Puszczasz jej rękę
Z rezygnacją
Patrzysz na uciekające życie
Nie masz już w sobie nic
Stoisz naga
Bez sił

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This poem embraces the helplessness I've been carrying since childhood.

"Naked Helplessness"

She lies motionless
Heavy, limp
You can't pull her anymore
The bed is too far
Too high

Darkness on the threshold
You let go of her hand
With resignation
You watch life slip away
You have nothing left inside
You stand naked
Powerless

12/10/2023

My fear quivers, my hurt cries. Just today

Provided to YouTube by MasterworksWith Or Without You · 2CELLOS · David Evans · Adam Clayton · Paul Hewson · Larry Mullen2Cellos℗ 2011 Sony Music Entertainme...

19/09/2023

When you abandon me
I am pain

When I don’t care if I’m abandoned
I am claws

When I don’t care anymore
I am pain

I want to hug myself
Because I want to be hugged

I want to kiss myself
Because I want to be kissed

I want to embrace myself
Because I want to be embraced

I want to be loved
I am so afraid of love

09/07/2023

I'm speechless

19/02/2022

Peace Is This Moment Without Judgment

Do you think peace requires an end to war?
Or tigers eating only vegetables?
Does peace require an absence from
your boss, your spouse, yourself?...
Do you think peace will come some other place than here?
Some other time than Now?
In some other heart than yours?

Peace is this moment without judgment.
That is all. This moment in the Heart-space
where everything that is is welcome.
Peace is this moment without thinking
that it should be some other way,
that you should feel some other thing,
that your life should unfold according to your plans.

Peace is this moment without judgment,
this moment in the Heart-space where
everything that is is welcome.

© Dorothy Hunt

Provided to YouTube by TuneCoreGentle Ways · Juzzie SmithTaking Time Out℗ 2010 Juzzie SmithReleased on: 2010-06-01Auto-generated by YouTube.

07/02/2022

Surrendering to my body only takes a breath when music plays within💃🌺🌈

Artist: William Steig

20/01/2022

This amazing song gives me so much space and joy. It's a joyful heartbeat. I just know we can create our reality just the way we wish. No exceptions. Thank you, Juzzie Smith🌈🚀💃

Thanks to all the Superheroes out there who lift others up and help them shine. Song - Superheroes Lapslide is a Selmer in open DHarmonica is a Seydel classi...

09/01/2021

no story
just here and now
the way I am
breathe me

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Art: 'Dove No. 2' by Hilma af Klint

21/12/2020

'Winter Solstice'

in a barren land
the wind has stopped
bringing caressing
whispers

heavy mist
rises from the ground
into the cold thin air
like a breath

the soil is longing
for seeds of joy
to sprout

exhale

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Image: 'Barren field' by Vincent Van Gogh

08/11/2020

We are so used to struggling, to fighting. It's so deeply ingrained within us, that when we even sway on our feet we won't let go until a fall takes us down.

So maybe, just maybe before trying to lift your arm with the last bit of strength, feel for a moment "What do I really need now?" and allow it.

12/04/2020

What woke you up today?

My dog’s soft whine let me know to get up and go for a morning walk.

On the street it was just two of us and a woman sitting on the curb waiting for someone to pick her up. Everything felt soft and quiet with the morning sun warming up the air after a chilly night. It seemed as if everybody was still asleep in their beds – windows closed, no sounds of daily hassle and bustle.

Such a serenity amidst a concrete jungle is quite soothing.
I sat on a low fence and turned my face to the sun. Eyes closed. Imagined I’m lying on a meadow full of blooming flowers…

All of a sudden a thunder of an alarming voice began bouncing off the buildings walls – like in a pinball game when a ball strikes fiercely every obstacle it smashes into. It seemed as if each structure in the quarter was trembling from this horrifying sound wave. “Stay at home, Do not leave!...” wailed the police loudspeaker.

Well, the official alarm clock went off. No choice - everybody had to wake up and stay put.

I wonder if a day comes when we hear “Eat your lunch NOW!”
Good thing I’ve got my own rhythm.

Cookies came out tasty. Sun is still shining and the empty streets returned to their serenity. Let’s go to the meadow.

19/03/2020

I Am Not I

I am not I.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
who remains calm and silent while I talk,
and forgives, gently, when I hate,
who walks where I am not,
who will remain standing when I die.

Juan Ramón Jiménez, “‘I Am Not I’” from Lorca and Jiménez: Selected Poems.