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The Things I Know

‘The only thing I know is that I know nothing’- Socrates

 

Sometimes our voices have no way to know which way to go. There is silence and then there are dreams that cling onto our throats unexpressed. Like ghosts our own thoughts haunt us, and what we are left with is time. To think. To know. To think we know. The clock slows down as we sit and wait for an answer. And so we wait, we keep on waiting. Until the day, when all the things we want to know become known to us. In knowing we grow, and in growth we go back to not knowing again. 

© Nicoletta

Poker Face

It takes a lot out of us. Communication. Feels like an endless battle of shape and form. This is my point of view and that one is yours, but who’s to prove what’s true. Certainly not me. In whatever way you change your perception you never know when you’re making the right move. Playing poker you’re staring straight into someone’s energy field. Their hand gestures, even the slightest twitch on their left eyebrow will hint to you a direction of play. Are they bluffing? Can we ever know? On the river, the last card is a deuce. With two twos in their hands your Queens are mucked, and all because you didn’t trust your instinct. Deep down you knew all along. You should have folded when you still had the chance. Win or lose is always the game we play.

© Nicoletta

📷: Las Vegas, Nevada

Ascension

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I know it to be true. There is a way to break this spell, cast by thousands of lives. I am paying for the sins of my fathers and mothers. The blood in my hands, dripping in lines. Spiralling in any direction, never pointing the way. Always a battle, the way of the world. I am moving forwards, I can feel it in my steps that hinder so. I can hear the beat of my heart, it is asking me to calm my mind. The noise too broken to comprehend. I feel the music silence me to the stillness of breath, and yet somewhere down below the cold night beckons me to doubt my instinct. The gut, my eternal Sun. I taste the brightness drawing closer to my spirit. It is lighting me to change. I am to become something entirely new. Teardrops pray up to the sky for answer. Confession, in no other color but violet. Rising up is the only way.

©Nicoletta

Wildflower

Excited to present a new spring project of mine. Welcoming new beginnings, let us start fresh with inspiration, heart and a spirit wild. ~Nicoletta

So much love and gratitude to my sister Alexandra for filming & editing.

Follow her @pricklypeartravel.wordpress.com

Sun Salutation

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I feel the ecstasy of the moment taking over my every thought, the lightness of my breath ascending me to a higher place, a deeper version of myself. Liberating temptation, I surrender to this moment and this moment alone. As I free my spirit, I feel the birth of life take over. Creeping shadows of the past lose control over the mobility of my body, as I become a pure stream of flowing water. Dripping, lucid…an endless swim into the arms of dreams long left unexplored. Dream upon dream, I travel with open wings like an eagle soaring above myself before I awaken. Lest I forget the magic of this moment, I capture my heart’s images like scenes from a movie. Memory pouring onto the canvas of my mind, I recollect it all through art. Motion, emotion one after the other. Meeting a laugh or cry halfway. I no longer pretend to forget…remember it all I do. In the falling abyss of time, I dress fragments with color. With music, I bless it all with sound. Gratitude…the good and bad all an equal tell of sharing. Now do I understand the teaching of it all…it finally makes sense in the twists and turns of my mind. I am finally climbing, upstream. Up and higher do I race past all obstacles. High on high do I comprehend the messages I saw in signs. Symbols in trees, painted in caves long lost mountains ancestors still sing the same song over and over again. I hear the pounding beat of the drum…incense still burning the air with truth. Footsteps echo in my toes, I feel the dance lifting the idleness of my present step. Free at last. I move, move to the call of my own self. Gentle at first…one push at a time, speaking solely to myself…wake…wake…WAKE UP! A mirror assists my voice, showing me parts of me…some I recognise…some I do, truly do…with blurry vision my eyes squint. I see you. I know you. I am you. This is me, full and new. Oh, how I’ve grown. Pride, I am proud. But more much more than this humble. My head tilting a fair share of sky and land…I know who I am…I know…who I am.

 

© Nicoletta

Photo by: Alexandra Van Zutphen 

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Time Flies

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I shook my head
side to side
Image after image
flashing by
in a split second
without a blink of an eye
it was tomorrow
and then again today
all happening yesterday
a lapse of the mind
all inevitably passing by
without even stopping by
to wave a final goodbye.

 

© Nicoletta

 

 

 

Photo by me: Ancient Agora Thessaloniki, Greece 

Is it really worth it?

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Sometimes you think to yourself: Is it really worth it?
All this control, the need to give yourself to the fullest. To make it. Make a name for yourself.
All for what? For others opinions of you? Congratulations and thank yous.
Is it really worth their words of praise? Or are you doing it all for yourself? To feel good about you for a change. Tough childhood’s to blame. Is it really worth it? This game’s a tough one. It’s win or lose. An all in hand in poker. But you have to choose. Full on, green light or hide your head in the sand. What side’s more fair to wear? Once you’ve had your share, will you share it with others? Or keep it all to yourself?
Is it really worth it? Step your foot in foreign land. Call it your own for a while. Never will be home. Home is where the heart is wise ones say. Who will show you the way? Your footsteps are far too removed to guide you. Their trails long forgotten will only appear as glimpses in dreams. Will you remember when you awaken? Or like memory, will you drift into pools of deep waters consuming the clarity of your mind?
Shatter this illusion you live in. Break it into teeny tiny pieces. So small that a curious toddler wouldn’t even pick it up and put it in it’s mouth. Where is it? This illusion. I can’t spot it anymore, nor do I understand if it even had value.
You see, I can’t judge others. Nor myself. But I can’t hide the need to disagree with perceptions. Certain perceptions. Correct me if I’m wrong. Is man not free to be himself? Woman to be hers? When did we decide to place power on the few, who criticise our every move? I am tired of this lie they’ve sold us. Ex-hausted. Already in the past. Long gone. They’ve demoralised us and if that wasn’t enough they’re mocking us. Laughing their buttons off as we slave away. We’ve all incarnated together again, a different creed. Same faces, different masks. We’ve been playing their game far too long. I’m out.
No- not dystopia. Nor the wrist cutting kind. I’m just too open minded and seeing reality far too crystal clear. This system is rigged. For those of you with open mouths, I’m sorry. This isn’t meant to be a shocker. You knew this day would come. Comfort zone no more. Feed the children is all I hear these days. Save the refugees. And if you please, bend down on your knees and save humanity.
Humanity needs to save itself.
All of us one by one, need to take a stand. Change ourselves. Work with higher powers. Expanding our consciousness. Enlightening ourselves. Not by reading books by A B C guru but by doing the work by ourselves, Within us. Each and every one of us. No one can teach you the trick. You need to make the effort.
Begin each day by appreciating. Each and every moment you experience. The people you love. Love them more. Fill your heart with so much love you can’t even handle it. Gratitude is a blessing. The food you eat, the air your breathe, the nature around you.
Place passion in whatever you do. A cause, a song, a dance. Find the art in it all. Art will paint anything you pursue, from mechanics to science. It’s all about shaping it with color. Add a touch of your own shade into the mix and create a fine blend of mastery.
Be forgiving and compassionate. People do things, and yes sometimes they may seem a bit far out. Crossing limits. But you know what? Get over it. There’s no need to hold a grudge. Karma will keep you in loops if you don’t move on. So take a deep breath and proceed with pride.
And boy- ego. That’s a tough one. When used as a friend, it’s not all that bad. It can give you an energy boost, even help you feel confident and strong. Win battles of the self. Even help you get over the things you fear. But when it gets out of hand, the relationship does go sour. So use it as an ally but with boundaries. We don’t need more shadows.
And man-LOVE. Keep that word tight in your heart. Those four letters will save you.

Amen.

© Nicoletta

Be True, You.

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“I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.”  ~Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo y Calderón

 

The most powerful person you can be is yourself. But getting to know yourself and more important learning to LOVE yourself takes time and patience.

As you fully appreciate who you are, that is when you are free to be no one else but you. When you have achieved self empowerment, that is when other people’s judgements and opinions (which stem from their own insecurities) have no effect over you.

Mastering the ability to own your power will keep you confident and centered through all life’s seeming obstacles.

You are powerful• More powerful• Full of power• Power is you.

 

© Nicoletta

 

Art by Christos Kakoulli 

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Face of the Sun

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I felt her roots firmly ground me,

Morning dew

Washing the pain away.

She shied her power

With a humble smile at the Sun.

 

The light on her face

Healing forests afar,

A single seed of hers

Greeting seven generations to come.

 

© Nicoletta

 

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

 

 

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