It pains me sometimes when we don’t see that others travel the same hard road we’re on. Are we so conditioned to fear that others will take what’s ours, or that there’s not enough for everyone, or in our own self-interest will make others look bad? Perhaps one day we can truly love and trust one another, and realize that there’s nothing to fear, but the conditioned illusions in our own mind….♥ Photo: The Green Eyed Lady by Rudra Mandal Continue reading Illusions in our own mind…

There will be those who choose the harmful path, for they dwell in their superficial misery (self-absorbed) and continue to be blind to the deeper malignancy that needs to be healed the most. Personally, I remain sympathetic and compassionate, and I can either point the way towards a more life enhancing path, or walk away with the love in my heart intact, if they’re not ready and choose to continue the suffering. As Robert A. Wilson would say “but I don’t feel any masochistic duty to share their misery…. ♥ Photo: Frida Kahlo      Continue reading Choice

In a random page commas ran loose the words flowed crooked verses composed the story in a dark corner in Congonhas do Campo citycarmine red lips touchedand paints on the balconiestwo pairs of eyes and cold and sweet voices What is your name? in a dark corner inescapably the fingers escaped, timid and the pure sound of the mountains and the light of the heaven (bright by the full moon) The night was reciting the verses of Quintana… © Copyright Bia Esmer  Art: ‘Um beco em Ouro Preto’ by Edgar Walter Continue reading Congonhas do Campos city