Passing on Lies

Fascinating and thought provoking Lina and so beautifully written. I love the line from the Psalm – one of my favorites. But your closing line – the best ever! Exquisite!

there is thunder in this gentleness…...

wonderful read, good write. these words are very true. “with our pinkys intertwined” like that line.

Yep would make a good art piece too pinkys inter ttwined

OhhhHHHHHHH I seeeee, MmMmmMMMMMM Well OK that sounds like a good deal

It’s a pinky swear right? That’s wht Iwas thinking of

Ok I’ll Use my daughter and her friend t as models hey have the most beautiful perfect hands.

Plenty to think about lina…......i hope a truth can be trusted enough to let a spirit fly….:) x

OMG< LIna. This so speaks to me. What a provocative work. The line “I have lived for years with your future. I placed it by my own.”

Circles back to certain truths: what we feel with our bodues: pinkeys entwined. Outstanding.

It must be enough to know that “We are born of Love”, all of us.
If we stay within our own garden and find bits and pieces of each other in the dirt, that massive black soil which is our desire. We can grow together, we can. What a gorgeous thought Lina. I did have a funny visual for some reason. I imagined a garden of flowers with all of our heads as the actual flower attached to the stems. LOL.

Gorgeous, thought-provoking write. I love when you write.

Do you watch the show “Lie to Me” with Tim Roth (at least i think that’s his name), well it’s full of interesting facts about lying including the fact that we all do it. When i was first with this guy, things were going brilliantly until i discovered this huge lie he had told me – it throws you for a sixer!
Great poem!!

such beautiful writting, full of heart, a terrific piece,dawnx

Wisdom and a gentle beauty is woven into your words, it assists the reader in absorbing your loving meaning.

I’m bouncing up and down in my chair as a thought came to mind, I wrote this very short piece.
You and I my yin and yang that fits wonderfully, I absolutely love your message of love existing in its pure form in the beginning and it in the translation and movement that is can be distorted. My little piece was an attempt at looking at how love in transit can be born into something very new the moment it reaches you. I’m sorry I’m rambling.

a superb piece my darling it has the bees buzzing in my brain xoxoxoxo

Another beauty from you Lin…loved it.

Dearest,

you are the bestest xoxoxoxo

OMG Lina…this is totally frikin awesome!!!! You are just so beautiful in your words and soul. A fave of course. xoxo

Oh my, this is so beautiful. I love the part where pinkies entwined. This is trust in the Lord and being born out of love. But of course, there will be lies in life, but truth will always win. Iris

xxxxxxxxxxxx

Trust….true love is all about trust, sharing a future together amid the chaos of malicious lies. Avoiding the trap door and falling in the suspicion. A promising write

beautiful:)

Oh yes, lies are a crusher having been a liar. I’d love to pinky swear with you Lina, I think it would be divine :)

Fantastic!! :)

Powerful and somewhat liberating…..especially the last paragraph…..hope and an inner strength. Love this one. Keep going back to it and reading again and again…..there’s so much in here….Perception…trap door…. Brilliant!

oh lina, this is truly fabulous… all of it… yes, we all feel your vibrations babe… love doesn’t wish to be deceitful, but it gets so wrapped up in all the motion of life, it changes, a chameleon in a hurricane… love who you are. xx

This is so moving, and so powerfully and beautifully written. It is a sure fave for me.
xx

lovely…deep…engaging….and you sure know the answer at the end..:) its not the beginning or the end, its the process of growing up together thats more important; well said ...loved reading this piece till the last word!

I wanted to come back to this when I was in better space to take it in, I was not yesterday. There is so much tender exploration in here, and what is truth and what is lie? Does anybody lie intentionally? I have been wondering this thing, it is slippery. What we pass on in heart-intent, that is a desire for the other to grow and be happy and for us to have a chance to express this desire which is itself reward.

I had thought I told the truth one day and the next day realized maybe I lied but only because the river has moved. Hegel said every philosopher told the truth at the time he spoke it, and yet time moved on, looking back we laugh at what one thought true yesterday, we scorn it. Even if that person gave their all.

It is a strange thing, but I am reminded of the Pearl Jam lyrics to Nothingman

She once believed
in every story he had to tell
One day she stiffened
Took the other side
Empty stares
from each corner of a shared prison cell
One just escapes
One’s left inside the well.

And he forgets
Will be destined to Remember…

Nothingman.
Isn’t it Somethin’?

Sometimes, even arrows bend and it is not the fault of the one who fires them. One only does his or her best, to love with the exact measure of his life’s bow. But as with all stories, and “all life’s a story” is the biggest Story and takes a while to digest, there is one aspect that believes the story but moves on, and another aspect that is stuck in it, and cannot move on. I fear if there were none of this tension, Life would be formless and blissful, but no one would be around to sing about it in such a sweet voice which turns sour in memory.

I like it.

Only our own garden makes sense, is true? If we take truth/blasphemy “out there” even a solid truth is not as solid as a half-truth in our own garden?

In our own desire orchard, things grow that nourish us, sometimes others faces appear in the soil. What are they Lina? Like the luminous dust that comes off a sparkler, the give away of a person, that which is meant to inhabit other lands? What of this stuff of other that grows in my garden? Where did it come from? Does it belong to me or to its source in other? How do I even know the difference?

You dont have to answer, maybe I shall ask and answer myself.

I just didnt want to overdose you with questions. Ok, well I get what you are saying though I dont think I have em-bodied it yet. I am actually looking forward to receiving your tapes as I think I will receive it in my own way but that I have difficulty perceiving my Joy sometimes, where it resides. I think its valuable to start with the small things, like going for a walk or eating an ice cream, anything that gives a little joy must somehow relate to the big Joy that I feel sometimes I forget or has gone missing.

ok nice one, enlightened polar bear that you are…. you are such a highly valued furry critter…