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Kreo of the Day #23 Job, Life, Parole
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Kreo of the Day #22 Word, Mind, Mouth
All the words flow into your mind; mouth is the drainage channel to keep you sane.
A word’s prayer to the divine source
“By the power vested in me by the state of The Main Plot I now pronounce you Subject and Predicate. The journey starts now, at the moment of your engagement, when a new sentence is formed.”, the Plot says.
I am a word who just got married, and I know our sentence is a lot more fragile than it appears to us in the moment. Today it is live and powerful, tomorrow is a mirage. Don’t feel sorry for me, it is our way.
Polygamy is encouraged by the main law of the land, the Grammar, and the marriage may include multiple subjects and predicates.
The sentence is the core of our society. Without it, the meaning is lost. Our neighborhood sentences stick together in a paragraph with a greater impact.
There are many states, and each state is governed by a Plot. The federal chief, the president, is the Story. Our political system has two parties: the Critical Thinking party and the Creativity party.
The Critical Thinking party monitors us, and periodically sends us an investigator, a special sentence from the Critical Thinking Bureau of Investigation, to test our love for meaning, our emotional attachment to the Story.
The Creativity party opens our borders and welcomes new words in our sentence, and new sentences in our paragraph. The Plot gets bigger.
Our president, the Story, is elected by the Divine Source. Every morning I say a prayer. I pray to you Divine Source to protect my sentence, my paragraph, and my plot. Please focus on us, spend time with us, let us grow and flourish.
In a higher dimension, the Divine Source watches TV and drinks beer.
Kreo of the Day #21 Memories
You may not forget your memories, but the memories will forget you.
Crazy
A new song that I finished today. It’s called “Crazy”.
Lyrics (based on the Honeymoon poem) :
Crazy
Is it crazy?
Crazy is the word
I was looking for.
Tell me are you a student of love?
Tell me are you a student of joy?
Break the habit of worry, pause on tenderness and pleasure
Feel the euphoria released by wild endorphins,
Hear the nervous vibration of the voice,
And hold on the sense of excitement, focus and purpose.
Space is shrinking, pushing closer and closer
A world, a universe, a moon only for you
Closer and closer, it weakens the meaningful sense of two
The traces of duality are washed away.
(Chorus)
Words are spoken, then whispered, then lost
The look into each other’s eyes, the movement of the body
Faultless way of communicating and understanding
The language of the human soul, the resonating music.
Two bodies walking in the shadow of the future
Dancing on forgotten songs of an ancient fiddler
The planet is moving with you, the stars are dancing with you
A vibrating drop of fluid physicality against the gravity.
Kreo of the Day #20
We are puppets in life until the puppeteer cuts the strings. Can you see the strings? Who is the puppeteer?
Life in a Bubble
Here’s a new song that I just finished writing today. It’s called “Life in a Bubble”.
The song’s lyrics :
I crawled my mind
To find my way,
I purged all my dreams
To start again.
The simple way of life
I need to feel it,
Ice in my head
To cool my feelings.
I crawled my mind
To find my way,
Life in a bubble
Break away, break away.
Do you see me?
Do you need me?
You can not answer,
There is no answer.
Break away, break away
Life in a bubble,
Break away.
Sit down, my thought of meaning
Curse of human nature,
Today is your last day,
Tomorrow I’ll let you go.
I scream at you
You failed me in my quest,
The Book of Life,
A bestseller otherwise.
The Joy of New Life
Here’s a new song (instrumental) that I just finished writing today. It’s called “The Joy of New Life”.
The video uses a poem entitled “A mother’s words to her newborn child”:
https://kreworld.com/a-mothers-words-to-her-newborn-child/
National Women’s History Month
Few people sit down to a table at a café. They talk about the CERN LHC (Large Hadron Collider), the discovery of the Higgs Boson, the Standard model and how great it is that the LHC will reopen for experiments. Clearly, this group has interest and knowledge in science.
The radio plays some music in the background. Then the music stops, and the radio host introduces the National Women’s History Month subject.
“Do you know when National Women’s History Month is celebrated?” asks the radio host.
“March,” answers the group in one voice. They have a great time, and they are not shy to express their knowledge out loud.
The radio host is preparing to ask a more challenging question. The group is ready, always welcoming a challenge.
“Could you name two American women scientists?” asks the radio host.
“Marie Curie,” answers someone. “No, Polish-born French scientist,” says someone else. Then … silence. Complete silence. None of them could name one American woman scientist.
This is common. Polls say that few people can name one famous woman scientist. National Women’s History Month creates awareness and highlights the contributions of women to events in history and contemporary society.
I hope this awareness will fuel our curiosity to better understand the contributions of women throughout history and their fascinating stories.
A mother’s words to her newborn child
Today I care less about sunrise and sunset,
I care less about the flow of time,
Because of you, my newborn baby,
A universe with different rules –I obey them all.
I’m intimidated by your fragility,
Your head and neck need so much support,
I drive differently with you in the car,
Always the question: How can I be sure you’re secure?
I babble, sing and make strange vocal sounds,
Things I thought of a little before you,
Bonding with you, building a bridge never to collapse,
Kept strong by my unconditional love for you.
Your bowel movements, I witness them all,
I change your diaper after each one,
Quickly to close on the diaper rush concern,
And have you happy, my sweet child.
Bathing you, watching you constantly,
Making sure the water is not too hot or not too cold,
Gently massaging your tiny scalp,
Yes, my little one, you are my universe.
Feeding you is such a peaceful window,
A quiet space, an intimacy that I will lose in time–I know so much,
I look deeply into your eyes, a rare opportunity of the present
To find my meaning.
The sound of your burping,
Eagerly awaited by my senses,
Triggers a satisfaction and liveliness today,
A memory tomorrow forever remembered.
At bedtime, I place you on your back, and remove
All the fluffy bedding and stuffed animals from the crib,
I change the position of your head from the previous night,
I sing you a lullaby, words coming from my heart.
During the night you seem to need me every minute,
Your digestive system is so small,
I feed you, sing to you, and treasure every moment,
I know few months from now you’ll sleep through the night on your own.
If I could start from the beginning,
I would ride the same roads,
I would fly through the same clouds,
Only to be with you again.
Life is a song played on an instrument
Without a rewind button,
But with you I can regain the past through my memories,
Feel the present, and dream your future my child.
When winter enters my soul,
You are the reason that brings spring back to me,
You are the reason to believe again,
You are me.