I wanna go home

“I wanna go home”
is her name, her song, her tale.
while mind is  wandering  through
all her missing  space.
Memories spark on evenings
and eyes of time tears minutes away.


“I  wanna go home”
the angels are healing the wounds
and birds are singing between
the spaces. “Now” and “then” tightly dance
with childhood’s  fire  till become together
the last soldier of the flame.


“I wanna go home”,
the answer she whispers  too walls
while watches  the memories box
looking for her lost story inside.
Abandoned in silence, she steps
Backwards  in  peculiar sand.


“I wanna go home”
are crying minutes of hope
that  danced with faith and fall
behind of nights, behind of doors.
Another sweet dream may come to swing
the sadness.  Or find the way to home.


To Sylvia, who is looking for her way back to home while is aging abandoned in a care home by her loved ones.

“It’s Spiritual to be Rich” – Kate Northrup


We often divide our financial life from our spiritual practice, especially in times of financial turbulence. In her Speakeasy talk entitled, “It’s Spiritual to Be Rich,” Kate Northrup shares her personal struggle with finances, how she finally paid off her debts, and tips on how to achieve financial freedom and happiness.

“Money is simply about value. It’s about what we value, and how we value ourselves….If you are feeling like you are not receiving enough value in the world, it is probably because you are not giving open heartedly — that you’re not giving as much value as you could in as creative ways as you possibly could be doing.”

“What you want to think about and ask yourself and actually feel when making a purchase or looking through your bank statement is ‘Did I feel expansive when I made that purchase? Or did I feel did I feel contracted?’ That one tool — that one conscious practice, tapping into you as a spiritual being will change your financial life. “

“If you want to attract more financial abundance, you need to draw your attention to what you already have, which is why checking our bank account every morning really makes sense — putting attention on what we already have. Giving gratitude for what we already have is like fertilizer, it just makes it expand, it just makes it grow.”

Kate Northrup is a professional freedom seeker and creative entrepreneur. She created financial freedom for herself at the age of 28 through building a team of more than 3,000 wellness entrepreneurs in the network marketing industry. Her philosophy is that if you free yourself financially you can be fully present to your purpose on the planet. She’s committed to empowering as many people as possible to have the ultimate luxury in life: choice. Kate has spoken to audiences of thousands with Hay House, Wanderlust, USANA Health Sciences, and more. She’s writing her first book, Money: A Love Story, Untangling Your Financial Woes, Creating the Life You Really Want, and Living Your Purpose (Hay House, September 2013). She also continues to mentor entrepreneurs through her network marketing team, The Freedom Family.”

(Source: Youtube )

Let it be! Sau povestea unui dans de vara…

Sau povestea care s-a transformat într-un lung periplu în WordPress… Pășeam timidă și întrebătoare într-un spațiu cu totul necunoscut. Azi la fel de timidă și întrebătoare aniversez 3 ani de scris virtual. Cu bune și rele, cu urcușuri și coborâșuri, cu speranțe și regăsiri. Cu dans împiedecat sau rock and roll între rime și metafore.

Au trecut 3 ani frumoși în care am pășit virtual în  multe căsuțe minunate, am cutreieram văi și munți, coline și păduri în timpi ireali, am redescoperit farmecul amintirilor și al copilăriei, am cunoscut  virtual oameni minunați, am zâmbit bucuriei și frumuseții într-o mie de fețe strălucitoare!

Cu mulțumiri  celor care și-au răpit din timpul lor și au pășit printre rândurile gândurilor mele. Cu bucuria copilului care privește răsăritul soarelui,  transmit toate gândurile bune tuturor prietenilor virtuali și nu numai.
Povestea unui dans de vară continuă… Deci… Let it be!



Se spune adesea ca fericirea vine din lucruri marunte, din sclipirea efemera a unor clipe in care extazul ne inunda sufletul… Pe neasteptate…Sub impulsul momentului…Clipe efemere …

Sursă: Let it be! Sau povestea unui dans de vara…

Still I rise – Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.


Maya Angelou, born April 4, 1928 as Marguerite Johnson in St. Louis, was raised in segregated rural Arkansas. She was a poet, historian, author,actress, playwright, civil-rights activist, producer and director. Maya lectured throughout the US and abroad and was Reynolds professor of American Studies at Wake Forest University in North Carolina since 1981.  She published ten best selling books and  wrote numerous magazine articles earning her Pulitzer Prize and National Book Award nominations.  At the request of President Clinton, she wrote and delivered a poem at his 1993 presidential inauguration.

Dr. Angelou, who spoke French, Spanish, Italian and West African Fanti, began her career in drama and dance. She married a South African freedom fighter and lived in Cairo where she was editor of The Arab Observer, the only English-language news weekly in the Middle East. In Ghana, she was feature editor of The African Review and taught at the University of Ghana. In the 1960’s, at the request of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., Ms. Angelou became the northern coordinator for the Southern Christian Leadership Conference. She was appointed by President Gerald Ford to the Bicentennial Commission and by President Jimmy Carter to the National Commission on the Observance of International Women’s Year.

Maya Angelou, poet, was among the first African-American women to hit the bestsellers lists with her “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings,” held the Great Hall audience spellbound with stories of her own childhood. She ranged from story to poem to song and back again, and her theme was love and the universality of all lives. “The honorary duty of a human being is to love,” Angelou said. She spoke of her early love for William Shakespeare’s works, and offered her audience excerpts from the poems of several African-Americans, including James Weldon Johnson and Paul Lawrence Dunbar. But always, she came back to love – and humanity. “I am human,” Angelou said, quoting from her own work, “and nothing human can be alien to me.”

In the sixties, at the request of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., she became the northern coordinator for the Southern Christian Leadership Conference and in 1975 she received the Ladies Home Journal Woman of the Year Award in communications. She received numerous honorary degrees and was appointed by President Jimmy Carter to the National Commission on the Observance of International Woman’s Year and by President Ford to the American Revolutionary Bicentennial Advisory Council. She is on the board of the American Film Institute and is one of the few female members of the Director’s Guild.

In the film industry, through her work in script writing and directing, Maya Angelou has been a groundbreaker for black women. In television, she has made hundreds of appearances. Her best-selling autobiographical account of her youth, “I Know Why the Cage Bird Sings,” won critical acclaim in 1970 and was a two hour TV special on CBS. She has written and produced several prize winning documentaries, including “Afro-Americans in the Arts,” a PBS special for which she received the Golden Eagle Award. She was also nominated for an Emmy Award for her acting in Roots, and her screenplay Georgia, Georgia was the first by a black woman to be filmed. In theatre, she produced, directed and starred in “Cabaret for Freedom” in collaboration with Godfrey Cambridge at New York’s Village Gate; starred in Genet’s “The Blacks” at St Mark’s Playhouse; and adapted Sophocles “Ajax” which premiered in Los Angeles in 1974. She wrote the original screenplay for “Georgia, Georgia” and wrote and produced a ten-part TV series on African traditions in American life. Maya Angelou was Reynolds Professor at Wake Forest University, Winston-Salem, North Carolina.  She died at her home in Winston-Salem on May 28, 2014.

( Source: All Poetry – Maya Angelou)

The Quest


“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone and as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” – Marianne  Williamson