Where do we draw the line around sanity?

We cant begin to judge people's mind and attitudes if, we cant understand our own.

Tenho o carro em ponto morto !!!

" Quando permito que tudo apenas seja, tudo funciona perfeitamente, exactamente como quero, pois desisto de querer que seja de outra forma.

O truque está em abrir mão de querer.

Quando abandono as minhas ideias preconcebidas sobre onde é que a chuva deve cair, e deixar que caia onde tem de cair, então não há questões sobre o que fazer.

Em vez de lutar e resistir, posso ocupar-me de cada situação conforme acontece.

Ponho o carro em ponto morto.

Descontraio-me e deixo que as coisas sejam como são. Aprecio o quanto tudo funciona na perfeição. "

Adpatado por: Hugo Jorge

Psicólogo | Ludoterapeuta | Formador http://hugo-jorge.blogs.sapo.pt/

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Diluted qualms in your hymn

I am dreaming in the intensity of your trance

Suspended in the in-sanity of your prose

Surreal in the certainty of what is

Within your eyes I found mine

Procrastinate my delirium

I will reshape my words until they find yours

Crying loud desires

In surrender I so

Submerge myself in you

Confess my love to you

Deep-en your melody

Reverse in verve once more

Carelessly let love make us

While we angel, make us love

I will rephrase my words until they find yours

Prey to our sins

Loud again my moans hush

Silence becomes music

Under the shower soaked

Besieged in desire

I will revive my words until they find yours

Quench the sea of its thirst

In elation sweat, steam and

Sweet againt sweat

We remain unharmed

I will rest my heart in yours

Uncertainly sage

Serene linger our song

"Beauty Full " - A Step Closer II

Within then again without

For all the things that I am and I’m still yet to become

I find peace inside my soul

The flowers keep in bloom

Indeed I am, blessed

In Sincerety

My words vow they're made of truth

Ground me in your rhythm, angel
Deep down me dwell
Warm spell my skin shrouds

Loud singing me, loud
Blind me not and instead bind
Remote rhymes I could not find

Flawlessness beyond intention
I’ll carve this marble until it sculpts us
Reshape my words to murmur yours

Poetry with-in me, pours
Your taste inside my soul
Howl me, drums and drum again

My words vow they're made of truth