truths

by walterdoege

I was wandering facing some themes that come to my mind, my soul…one of them is concerned to truth, or truths…who knows?, I don’t know…I know about something, but knowledge is another issue. knowledge and wisdom are different themes, different experiences and elaboration…I sense love is an experience and I write from my experience…love does not require adjectivations…even romantic love, romanticism is good but love itself is enough…I sense the feeling of love…I sense love as one thing, nor two or three or four, but one experience…in english, experience and experiment are little distinct…blue, the word itself, is an idiomatic source of wandering writings…blue is a color, but also a state of mood…allied with other meanings…reaching the blues, this so sensible music…expressive art and expressive literature, my labor as a writer, I sense my writing as a way to acces truth, and love is a truth…particularly ethical truth, that perhaps can not be expressed in any other way…art is a single and unique experience…children like to play with digital devices as the tablets…it’s an spontaneous and joyful playing for them…and if children like it is a good one, sure…I am going to a friendly approach to all these new technologies…however, playing and waking and sensing the nature in good weather is good too…children like sense love…and joy…and peace…I feel that adults are children that grown up…my inner child is free…perhaps art is an expression of each inner child each adult is…adulthood may be a good life season…and all seasons of life may be good, but if I can write this way, if our inner child is free…free to express joy and love and sense that is loved…recently I attended a meeting…the theme was ethics, among others…at some point I said that that discussion should be sent to the children…the philosophers did’nt like…nor formerly scientists and researchers and thinkers and so on…when I feel the blue, when i feel me a little sad, I watch to some old photos of my childhood…my father and my mother and me  in one photo turn this photo special to me…I was happy…we were happy!…so, when storm comes, when daily problems arrive, I try to see them with the child sight inside myself…in this way I am capable to live daily living with joy, with the sentiment that life is worthy…no matter what is life nor how life occurs…daily living may be good…each day may be good…in despite of all, love remains, joy remains…I can accept the pain and suffering sensing love…someway, love is not inside nor outside myself…love is among us…people, we are love…love is one, and love resembles the so beautiful full moon I noticed in the sky yesterday…oh, such an astonishing picture, free, close to my perception…great, big, beautiful full moon…I write noticed because the lights of the city I live may be a confused patchwork…but after a street corner I see the full silver sparkling moon…I sense the feeling that the moon also noticed my presence…the full moon and me have a love affair…I sense the tears drps falling from my eyes through my face and i feel that life may be a beautiful experience…even when facing bad and painful seasons…the joyful fullmoon…the joy inside mself…after reaching my house, I sit down and stay for a long time in a warm feeling watching through the full moon other beautiful truths…in the path of love, pain and suffering does not come from love itself, but come from other sources…one of them the danger in the cities…the danger from nature as a storm can be…during the storm and after the storm, I try to keep cool and the moon arrives, the flowers blossom, the night is a brand new beginning…somehow, day after day, each day is a new day…today is a new day, I hope to stay good, I hope to watch the moon, full moon, pregnant of help, like a beacon in the sky giving light and joy for all sailors, all people, all the world…the world is each of us…lovers, keep living…lovers, keep loving…even when the last goodbye arrive, I reveive and replay with a joyful soul…love is a truth…the last goodbye too, but all I have is the today, the remembrances od days gone by, the will and the wish of a lovely tomorrow…whatever be the future, I like to sense today as the future of yesterday…full moon, so beauty in the sky!, full moon, beacon of help for me, for you, for all the people…we are the people, we are the world…we can keep building a better world…I need help…each people needs help…help and hope are the bricks of freedom and well being…every child, every adult, every older people, I sense we can make of each day a little party…life is a truth, life is not a matter of opinion…in each people heart, love, joy, freedom…truths…life, love…truths…as if truth is a beautiful big flower with little truth petals…I go to my daily tasks and I hope talk with the moon together with all the people…people is truth…truth is a flower of rare beauty and fine parfum…daily living is also art an can be joyful…no matter what happens, I am free, I love…just now I noticed the first little flower in my little garden…love remains when everything has falled…it’s my insight, it’s my outsight, it’s a truth, personal truth, but truth is a little flower with little petals of truths…I hope to see her, the full moon…I want to stay with her