Oksana Rus

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Tipani flower skies blazing rapture of color laced tree crowns silhouettes along the ocean diamond necklaced beach…
of my heart in fragrance of love spilled by caressing kisses of the sun opening the gates to dive deep through away to horizons with no return…”

Silhouette
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noun: silhouette; plural noun: silhouettes

1. the dark shape and outline of someone or something visible in restricted light against a brighter background.

March 2014 – Bali, Indonesia.

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Is He Worthy?

Do you feel the world is broken?
Do you feel the shadows deepen?
But do you know that all the dark won’t stop the light from getting through?
Do you wish that you could see it all made new?

Is anyone worthy? Is anyone whole?
Is anyone able to break the seal and open the scroll?
The Lion of Judah who conquered the grave
He is David’s root and the Lamb who died to ransom the slave …

– Andrew Peterson

PS. You have to be brave

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You don’t fall in love like you fall in a hole.
You fall like falling through space.

It’s like you jump off your own private planet to visit someone else’s planet. And when you get there it all looks different: the flowers, the animals, the colours people wear.

It is a big surprise falling in love because you thought you had everything just right on your own planet, and that was true, in a way, but then somebody signaled to you across space and the only way you could visit was to take a giant jump…

And you can bring your friends to visit.
And read your favorite stories to each other.
And the falling was really the big jump that you had to make to be with someone you don’t want to be without.

That’s it.

March 2014 – Bali, Indonesia.

Remembrance Year – the long way

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Remember how we forgot?

Once upon a time, we were young
Our dreams hung like apples
Waiting to be picked and peeled

And hope was something needing
to be reeled-in
So we can fill the always empty big fish bin with the one that got away
And proudly say that “this time, impossible is not an option”

Because success is so akin to effort and opportunity they could be related
So we took ‘Chances’
We figure skated on thin ice
Believed that each slice of life was served with something sweet
on the side

And failure was never nearly as important as the fact that we tried
That in the war against frailty
and limitation
We supplied the determination it takes to make ideas and goals the parents of ‘Possibility’

And we believe ourselves to be members of this family
Not just one branch on one tree
But a forest whose roots make up a dynasty …

December 2015 – Death Valley, Eastern California, USA.

Nightingale


You are such a potent wine, my friend.
To escape your withdrawal effects,
tomorrow I will drink in excess.

I was a harp you immaculately
plucked at will.
Your score, the nightingale song within
notes composed to imprison
and bear me wings.
Oh, if only they could hear how it sings!

I am now beyond parched.
My strings left untouched.
You are no longer an oasis, my friend,
but a mirage soon coming to an end.

A Map of the Known World

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They say no land remains to be discovered,
no continent is left unexplored.
But the whole world is out there, waiting, just waiting for me.

I want to do things
— I want to walk the rain-soaked streets of London, and drink mint tea in Casablanca.
I want to wander the wastelands of the Gobi desert and see a yak.
I think my life’s ambition is to see a yak.

I want to bargain for trinkets in an Arab market in some distant, dusty land. There’s so much.
But, most of all,
I want to do things that will mean something.

March 2014 – Bali, Indonesia.

Be right back

Capture

“Scars are simply modern battle wounds.
Sometimes the enemy happens to be inside us.”

In a perfect world up there, my surgeon would be out of job !
Meanwhile on the earth, he will try to get the enemy out from me.
From the week onward, wait till my return — all my lovely bloggers !

Thank you for sparing me a thought in your prayers.

Take courage

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Slow down, take time
Breath in
He said
He’d reveal what’s to come
The thoughts in His mind
Always higher than mine
He’ll reveal all to come

Take courage my heart
Stay steadfast my soul
He’s in the waiting;
Hold onto your hope
As your triumph unfolds
He’s never failing;

Sing praise my soul
Find strength in joy
Let His Words lead you on
Do not forget His great faithfulness
He’ll finish all He’s begun …

March 2018 – Tokyo, Japan.

West with the Night

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We swung over the hills and over the town and back again,
and I saw how a man can be master of a craft, and how a craft can be master of an element.

I saw the alchemy of perspective reduce my world, and all my other life,
to grains in a cup.

I learned to watch, to put my trust in other hands than mine.
And I learned to wander.
I learned what every dreaming child needs to know — that no horizon is so far that you cannot get above it or beyond it.

September 2018 – Up above the 36,000 ft.

Sara Teasdale

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I thought of you and how you love this beauty, and walking up the long beach all alone.

I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder, as you and I once heard their monotone.

Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me the cold and sparkling silver of the sea —

We two will pass through death and ages lengthen, before you hear that sound again with me.

August 2018 – Brighton, Victoria, Australia.

You Speak

You liberate me from my own noise and my own chaos
From the chains of a lesser law You set me free

In the silence of the heart You speak
And it is there that I will know You
And You will know me

In the silence of the heart
You speak, You speak

You satisfy me till I am quiet and confident
In the work of the Spirit I cannot see

In the silence of the heart You speak

Nicole Bailey-Williams

I was a dandelion puff…

Some saw the beauty in me and stooped quietly to admire my innocence.

Others saw the potential of what I could do for them,
so they uprooted me, seeking to shape me around their needs.
They blew at my head, scattering my hair from the roots,
changing me to suit them.

Yet still others saw me as something that was unworthy and needed to be erased.

Flower Dance

Lucy:“They serve the purpose of changing hydrogen into breathable oxygen,and they’re as necessary here as the air is, on Earth.”

Ray:“But I still say……they’re flowers.”

Lucy:“If you like.”

Ray:“Do you sell them?”

Lucy:“I’m afraid not.”

Ray:“But, maybe we can make a deal.”

Lucy:“What do you mean?”

Ray:“Oh, you see, you won’t have to send them anywhere. I’ll pay for them, and then, I’ll leave them here, for you.”

Ursula K. Le Guin

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There was a wall.
It did not look important.
It was built of uncut rocks roughly mortared.
An adult could look right over it,
and even a child could climb it.

Where it crossed the roadway,
instead of having a gate it degenerated
into mere geometry,
a line, an idea of boundary.

But the idea was real.
It was important.
For seven generations there had been nothing in the world more important than that wall.

Like all walls it was ambiguous, two-faced.
What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side of it you were on.

November 2016 – Zaanse Schans, the Netherlands.

The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

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The sand in the hourglass runs from one compartment to the other, marking the passage of moments with something constant and tangible.

If you watch the flowing sand, you might see time itself riding the granules.

Contrary to popular opinion, time is not an old white-haired man, but a laughing child.

And time sings.

May 2018 – Sabah, Malaysia.

Peace, I leave with you …

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Another round of self battle left me with the swollen eyes and pounding head.
Indeed, the words came beforehand so that my heart could sustained ….

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”
John 14:27

Who can accept us wholeheartedly?! – only Jesus does.

The Spice Box of Earth

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A kite is a victim you are sure of.
You love it because it pulls
gentle enough to call you master,
strong enough to call you fool;

because it lives
like a desperate trained falcon
in the high sweet air,
and you can always haul it down
to tame it in your drawer.

A kite is a fish you have already caught
in a pool where no fish come,
so you play him carefully and long,
and hope he won’t give up,
or the wind die down.

A kite is the last poem you’ve written
so you give it to the wind,
but you don’t let it go
until someone finds you
something else to do.

Leonard Cohen.

July 2017 – Sabah, Malaysia.

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Thank you

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It is for the heart to understand that it gains strength each time it hurts;
It hurts so much that it pierced through the veins;
running down the arteries.
You tried to swallow the pain but it melted in tears;
turns into vapour.

The pain evaporated.

What left behind, are the sweetest memories coated with an indistinguishable veil.
If you uncovered it, you would realise;
… the pain has secretly created a rainbow.

Thank you, for being one of the colours in my life.

Nescio – Amsterdam Stories

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“It was in December.
I stood in the back of the tram, all the way in the back.
It drove through the country and stopped and started again, it took hours, the countryside was endless.

And the sky got bluer and bluer and the sun shone until it seemed like flowers would have to start sprouting out of the country bumpkins.
And the red roofs in the villages and the black trees and the fields, most of them covered with straw, had it nice and warm, and the dunes sat bareheaded in the sun.

And the road lay there, white and smarting, it couldn’t bear the sunlight, and the glass panes of the village streetlamp flashed, they had trouble withstanding the glare too.

But I got colder and colder.
And the tram ran as long as the sun shone.
It’s a long ride from Hillegom to Leiden and the days are short in December.
By the end, a block of ice was standing there on the tram staring into the big stupid cold sun that was flaming red as though the revolution was finally starting, as though offices were being blown up all over Amsterdam, but still it couldn’t bring a spark of life back to my cold feet and stiff legs.

And it kept getting bigger and colder, the sun, and I got colder and stayed the same size, and the blue sky looked down very disapprovingly:
“What are you doing on that tram?”

November 2016 – Amsterdam, the Netherlands.

Sol Luckman, Beginner’s Luke

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Such is life, imaginary or otherwise:
a continuous parting of ways,
a constant flux of approximation and distanciation,
lines of fate intersecting at a point which is no-time,
a theoretical crossroads fictitiously ‘present,’

an unstable ice floe forever drifting between was and will be.

December 2015 – Napa Valley, California.

Temptation

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Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?! There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.

As I was looking back the colours behind me, I wonder is the future that excite me or the past simply attracted me back to the initial temptation.

Both equally destructive – in nature.

December 2015 – San Francisco, California.

Solivagant

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Solivagant
adjective \”\

Definition of SOLIVAGANT
: rambling alone : marked by solitary wandering

Origin of SOLIVAGANT
Latin solivagus + English -ant

Solivagants are the kind of people you see on the side of the road, slugging along without a backpack or their thumb in the air. If you see one, don’t be scared: they don’t bite. Just throw them a smile or a Clif bar and let them go on their way.

I, is a solivagant soul wandering around the Republic of Great Han, on the May of 2015.

May 2015 – Seoul, South Korea.

Sonder

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Sonder is the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries, and inherited craziness

—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed,
in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

May 2015 – Seoul, South Korea.

Atychiphobia

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Too many times we done something totally contrary to what our heart’s desire.
I’ve stumbled and fell for things don’t belong to me.
For years that I built my dream, it could be rendered meaningless in a second.

What makes you happy?
If you only do it just because you’re gonna be happy by doing so,
You underestimate the power of happiness.

It doesn’t require a smile on your own face to make yourself happy
It could be appears on somebody’s face;
and at the same time your heart ached because you know the reason for the smile on that somebody’s is because of someone else.

The paradox of happiness lie upon love
For decades, people searching for love and to be loved, to get happiness.
For centuries, people lost happiness as a result of searching for the true love.
This is why it is amazing when God says, He is love, rather than He has love.

I may lost someone whom I’ve so much in love with
But I can never lose God – because He saw how much I stumbled, but yet He still loves me.

If I could love until it hurts but still continue;
and know that my bleeding heart would eventually encrusted;
I know I’ve overcome my deepest atychiphobia.

Hardwell & Dyro & Bright Lights

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“You’ll never fly,
if you’re too scared of the height,

You’ll never live
if you’re just too scared to die,

Everybody wants heaven, I know
But darling freedom ain’t free,
it’s a long road

You’ll never find your place up there in the sky
If you never say goodbye.”

October 2013 – Kingdom of Lesotho, Maseru, South Africa.

Ethan Day

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I snatched up the cardboard cup,
plastered my lips to the plastic sippy-lid and sucked down a scalding hot mouthful.

It burned,
but I didn’t give a damn.

I held the cup to my chest as if it were my most special friend while feeling the instant affect the coffee had on my mood and I smiled.

“Hello lover.”

– My little coffee corner @September 2015.

Beach therapy

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It was an ordinary day when I was lying on the beach,
doing nothing for hours, listening to the sound of wave hitting the shore.

I saw a little girl chasing the flying kite – unrestrained.

Too many times our hands grabbing something so tight;
or we have been keeping ourselves in a corner for too long;
or even holding someone for ages;
not knowing that the moment of letting go become so easy when we decided to just look up and trust that the upper force is the ultimate resources of freedom.

I looked at my closed fists for what holding me back,
and realised that it was not an ordinary day after all.

Beach therapy is really works.

June 2015 – Bali, Indonesia.

Rilke’s Book of Hours

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I am too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough
to make every moment holy.

I am too tiny in this world,
and not tiny enough just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.

I want my own will,
and I want simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action;
and in those quiet, sometimes hardly moving times,
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.

I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.

I want to unfold.
I don’t want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
and I want my grasp of things to be
true before you.

I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship that carried me
through the wildest storm of all.

November 2014 – Florence, Italy.

Water for Elephants

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“… a gaggle of old ladies is glued to the window at the end of the hall like children or jailbirds.
They’re spidery and frail, their hair as fine as mist.
Most of them are a good decade younger than me, and this astounds me.

Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it.
There are five of them now, white headed old things huddled together and pointing crooked fingers at the glass.”

As for me, growing old together is the best feeling.
And there’s beauty in the crown of glory.

May 2015 – Seoul, South Korea.