SOME OF MY PHOTOS

POEM - Narcissus' call

Narcissus’ call

Oh sweet lovely smile
Why do I shiver?
Anger, anger, anger

Oh sweet tender kiss
My body is tensing
Rage, rage, rage

Oh sweet lovely trap
I am focussing
Hunger, hunger, hunger

It is working,
you are coming,
you are seduced

You will fall
It is the call
The trap will work.

Shreaded to pieces,
your flesh in strips,
the blood will flow
so you will know...

the heart of my pain
never statisfied
always needing food
wanting more blood
Always more...

More, more, more

If I don’t kill you
I might die
So be quick
Come closer...

No!
please no!

don't come
to the deep black lake

my heart is awakening

Let me feel the pain
so I may be free

Do not answer

Narcissus' call...

Azul-Valerie Thome 9 June 2007

POEM - A long way from here...

A long way from here


longing...

longing is

a long way from here
along yearning
along regrets
a long way from now

longing...
does not live here

I cannot hear
this morning's bird song
for I long for tomorrow

I long
for a bird song...

I cannot hear
this evening's fire melody
for I long for this morning...

A long way from here...

I long for a time
that will never come
for it is here
and...

now.

Azul-Valerie Thome - Paris 23 April 2007

my LEAVES about LIFE

These are not truths, they are few leaves of my life, passing by, feeding me. They will go back to our earth to feed an other cycle of learning. I have no attachment to them, just fondness for their gifts. I will add to this post as they come. Feel free to add some of your leafs

• Until we, as individual, own our shadow/darkness we will relentlessly choose others to carry it and express it for us. Others being our partner, family, community or country.
• Love is about giving
• Feel the experience of the emotions. Acting out is because the emotions are not felt.
• It is important to replace fighting against by fighting for.
• I dedicate my life to this moment
• When Death knocks at my door it is to check out my Life's intentions.
• The feeling of abandonment comes from dependency on the other.
• Until I recognise the 'dark side' of the other as mine I cannot be free. If I look for the other to create the balancing that I so deeply seek, I am prisonner to that person/situation. Only in being conscious can I be free in my choices.
• Never apologise for who you are.
• Our reality is the result of a dream...change the dream...change the reality - as individuals and collectively.
• This morning is the beginning of the rest of my life. I will dance for life.
• Today I will greet a tree as one of my relations

KIND-NESS a poem about growth

KIND-NESS
(In response to ‘Kindness’ from Naomi Shihab Nye)

Thank you for ‘kindness’
I want to read it aloud
so the winds and rivers
never forget
I want to whisper it
so my heart
never forgets.

Yes dear friend
I am that journey,
that forging,
that dissolving,
that dying,
that sorrow,
that panic

Yes
I am that pain,
that doubt,
that fear,
that blindness,

blind faith is
the only real thread left
for the moment.

I have no hope
just a minuscule
bright green kernel in a seed
pulsating…
in a deep dark cave.
A slim stream of gold light
touches it
sometimes…

Sometimes
from moon light
Sometimes
from Sun light
Different rhythms
than the ones we know
No certainty
that the sun will shine with energy
No reassurance
that the moon will be pregnant with wisdom.

Just a deep glimpse of a memory
that life has a deep law
a deep knowing
of the natural laws
of life and death.

I surrender
when I do,
I hold on
when I loose my sense of self

An eternal and infernal
dance of life ,
turning ,
spiraling ,
turning ,
falling,
dizzy,
feeling sick,
s l o w d o w n ...
wait...
cry.
breath.
cry.
curl up,
wait...
an other wave has passed
from the ocean of growth

I am the forger
I am death
I am life
I am the wave and the silence
I am the blind and dark journey
in faith...
…pulsating…
…with …
new kind-ness


Azul-Valerie Thome - Paris, April 2007