- Did you hear that there?
- Yeah, yes, we got it right there.
- Ok, bam! let me breathe in my own time and I will come back in. I'll button my shirt, my jacket. I'll look around a little bit, play with them. Snap my finger maybe then ...bam !!! ..................... miss you so much, Michael.........
- still thinking of him?
- a bit.
- how often?
- sometimes in the morning, afternoon too... a little bit in the evening and at night...
Я свяжу тебе жизнь
Из пушистых мохеровых ниток.
Я свяжу тебе жизнь,
Не солгу ни единой петли.
Я свяжу тебе жизнь,
Где узором по полю молитвы –
В лучах настоящей любви.
Я свяжу тебе жизнь
Из веселой меланжевой пряжи.
Я свяжу тебе жизнь
И потом от души подарю.
Где я нитки беру?
Никому никогда не признаюсь:
Чтоб связать тебе жизнь
Я тайком распускаю свою.
удивительные стихи В. Беляевой. Вот как-то так...грустно и навсегда
It's always difficult to say something when you want to express too much. Perhaps... it's better just to keep silent in such moments, feeling my soul is smiling. It's some kind of a ... priceless silence. When the words are nothing. This is exactly how I feel - Smile Inside... It's you. So ... just ... Happy Birthday, Michael Jackson. I love you and really miss you.
Someone told me recently that too much time had passed.
But does time really matter?
love you forever and miss your smile, Michael
One summer night, when the billions of stars shine in the sky a child was born. At first glance it was an ordinary boy. But it was a boy who was destined to change the world. To change it forever. The Moon and The Stars were looking at him and they were so happy, and no one who was living at that time still knew that the magic has already begun ...
Unlike other children, his childhood wasn't careless. He had to work a lot. But during difficult times he used to look at the sky admiring The Stars and talking to The Moon. They were his friends.
"You are so beautiful" - he said. "I want to learn how to shine as bright as you do. But your light is cold, there's no warmth, and I want to spread love and give it to people. I want people to love me, too. I'm so lonely." And then The Moon said:" I'll help you. Follow me - I'm your friend. I'll teach you!" And the thing they did was unbelievable! He has learned how to create, flash, and shine. He has learned how to lead like he was the brightest and the most alluring star! But he remained the same little boy who was looking at the sky and dreaming.
It has been lasting for a long time. He was working day and night. He has never stopped creating. He could make stars by himself! Large and small, sad and funny. And his stars were shining over the world, giving their light to all people. "I want to create the biggest, the most beautiful and brilliant star so that children all over the world can see its light. I want love to live in everyone. This love will be the finest Star: it will be gorgeous, dazzling!"
"What is he talking about?", "What Love?", "What children?" - People asked one another.
"Give us more stars! We love them! Give us more!"
He was so kind, he could not refuse them ... And he had to go on. But the crowd asked more and more.
"I can't do it anymore! I am so tired! I need to have a rest! "- He said. But no one heard him or didn't want to hear. And then he turned again to The Moon: "Please, help me! They don't understand me! I can`t do it this way! They don’t want to listen to me! They don’t understand! "
"I'll help you. We're friends."-she replied.
And one morning people woke up and realized: he’s gone, he’s disappeared! But where?
"How shall we live without him and his stars? Can we return him? What should we do for this?
And then there was silence. Their world has changed. Something elusive but very important has gone. Nobody wanted to scream anymore. They just couldn't believe…
love you for always and miss your smile more than ever, Michael
...It is not easy to see more .................... because you can't just see and do nothing, but when you see ..............you will always find how to apply yourself .........
...It is not easy to love people ............. and absolutely wonderful to discover every new features in them, and how it happens that bitterness floods the heart, and an indescribable pride and respect .......... and empathy ........
Everything has it's begining and the end, but there's a new day after every night. Loneliness ....... perhaps it's the only thing that I didn't know how to fight with, after all i've learned ...but now..
This is what I’ve been looking for....I love looking closely into your texts, no matter a song or a book, and try to understand what were you thinking about at that moment, what were your feelings, I try to see something between the lines. Something changes, but something remains the same from song to song. But the first thing that comes to my mind when I hear "Michael Jackson» is «dance». It’s impossible to me thinking of you without thinking about the dance. I see you in your dance, every time different, and at the same time familiar and recognizable. Your feelings, your thoughts, your God, your life are in it. All of this is your dance...all is you.
Dancing we can be free of our prejudices and fears. We can be ourselves, can feel the flight for sometime and then we become the same.
Your dance is a chance for us to see the real you. To see another Michael, you can be. And he also exists. What else do we need to know about you? Maybe, just watch closely to see? But it’s even better...to dance with you..
This dance became an opportunity for us to meet each other and go through this difficult time together. We dance not only when we're happy, dance can express the pain, frustration, sadness, despair. It's the way to share our thoughts and understand one another.
I noticed that in the moments when we’re at the crossroads, when we’re looking for the answer, each time the tip comes. It seems from nowhere. We find them constantly, these tips. Mystics call them "signs", the skeptics - "coincidence". I don’t know how to call it. But a couple of months ago I came upon a book of Paulo Coelho "The Witch of Portobello". And I saw him between the lines of this book. I saw many things in it that I was thinking about the last few months. What did happen to us after June 25? And what happens to "those who are with Michael"?
Coelho: "- when I dance, I’m a free woman, or, rather, a free spirit who can travel through the universe, contemplate the present, divine the future, and be transformed into pure energy. And that gives me enormous pleasure, a joy that always goes far beyond everything I’ve experienced or will experience in my lifetime…
"- dance is a way of rising up into space, of discovering new dimensions while still remaining in touch with your body. When you dance, the spiritual world and the real world manage to coexist quite happily. I think classical dancers dance on pointes because they’re simultaneously touching the earth and reaching up to the skies...
During any dance to which we surrender with joy, the brain loses its controlling power, and the heart takes up the reins of the body. Only at that moment does the Vertex appear. As long as we believe in it, of course. "
It's like «Dancing the dream», is not it?
«Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is the dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on. On many an occasion when I'm dancing, I've felt touched by something sacred. In those moments, I've felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists. I become the stars and the moon. I become the lover and the beloved. I become the victor and the vanquished. I become the master and the slave. I become the singer and the song. I become the knower and the known. I keep on dancing and then,it is the eternal dance of creation. The creator and creation merge into one wholeness of joy. I keep on dancing and dancing .......and dancing, until there is only......the dance.»
Back to Coelho:
"Then, all I could see was this young woman dancing on the dunes and her son watching her in joyous amazement; and the sound seemed to fill the whole desert. When she finished, she asked if I had enjoyed it.
I said that I had. There is a sect in our religion which uses dance as a way of getting closer to Allah – blessed be His Name.
‘Well,’ said the woman, who introduced herself as Athena, ‘ever since I was a child, I’ve felt that I should grow closer to God, but life always took me further away from Him. Music is one way I’ve discovered of getting close, but it isn’t enough. Whenever I dance, I see a light, and that light is now asking me to go further. But I can’t continue learning on my own; I need someone to teach me."
So, I wanted to learn more about this sacred dance in Sufism. And I read this:
The Sufi tradition has always passed directly from the master to a learner. Sufism is not a recipe for the truth; it's just the way to it. Sufi - is a traveler, a seeker. The internal challenge is to find yourself, your own way. To do this we have first "to wake up", to take the path of the "transformation", to drop all the disturbing elements (external events, scenarios, automatisms, bad habits...) and then…
...to wake up ... to aside prejudice ...a master ... a learner ... to see yourself ...to understand...
Is not it the same what happened to us? Maybe this is the answer?
Do you think that it’s a coincidence? I think, it’s someone invited us into his world, someone offered us his hand. His taught us how to dance, to live differently, not to see the walls that prevent moving forward toward our dreams, to feel this magical dance. This is the way to ourselves. Holding hands.
Thank you for the dance lesson...
Join me in my dance
Please join me now
If you forget yourself
You'll never know how
This game is played
In the ocean bed of Eternity
Stop this agony of wishing
Play it out
Don't think, don't hesitate
Curving back within yourself
Just create...just create..
"Get the point? Good, LET'S DANCE!"
The more incredibly strange things I hear about Michael, the more I'm remembering his books, his songs, his poems, the more I think about the things, that have been always important to him ... people, nature, planet, love ... The more dirt is poured on him, the brighter he shines!!
Thinking of it, I want writing here something like that ....
just another story that came to my head.....let it be called....
The Last chance
All that the eyes could see for miles around was only a vast desert of stone . Weak, dying trees, which give no shade, because they have almost no leaves. Under one of these thin trees were sitting the old man and the little girl. It was hot. They sat in silence. The child was bored, and to occupy herself with something, she was building the tower out of small stones. The old man sat motionless, resting his wrinkled, trembling hands on the big stick, served him with a cane.
Grandpa, tell me that tale. Do you remember? You’ve told me. About that how you were a little boy, and all around was differently ...Please, tell me something more about it...
- I often remember that time by myself. - sadly smiled the old man.
- When you tell this to me, I close my eyes and I'm right there in your tale ... tell me...
- Ok, I'll tell you… Our world has not always been such gray as you can see it now. The planet was beautiful and amazing. Its high mountains were covered with green forests, and the tops of these mountains were white with snow, and the air was clear...
- Snow...- whispered the girl. - What’s snow?
- Snow? ... Just water ... drops of water. Freezing, the drops turned into the tiny white stars. And they fell down on the ground from the sky. They covered all around like a white, soft blanket and melted with the coming of the heat. I’ve already told you that there were winter, spring, summer, autumn.... Not in such way as you see it now...
- How beautiful! I’d like to see it! Please, tell me more!
- Great forest.... many trees, big and strong, many animals, birds, clear and cold streams. My father took me into the wood. We spent all day long there. He told me all the secrets of the forest that he knew.
- Secrets? What secrets?
- Well...where the animals hide, how they hunt, where to find food in the wood ... We fished and swam. I close my eyes and see all this as if I can go back there.... But I can’t. Nobody can. That world no longer exists. I would like you to live in it and could see all that I had seen. And today we can’t even see the stars in the sky because of this damned fog.
- Grandpa, but what happened? Why it is so ... Has someone attacked you and all was destroyed?
Why are you silent? What’s wrong with you? Are you crying?!
- No, there was no attack ... we destroyed everything with our own hands.
- But why?
The old man closed his eyes and kept silent. How to explain? What can I say ? We killed the future of our children and grandchildren. It was only our fault... everything that happened. At last he began to speak, but it seemed he was talking not with the little girl sitting next to him ...
- People...we considered ourselves reasonable and humane and at the same time, we killed ...more than anyone else on this planet. We thought that we were heroes. Man is a King of the Earth. We created an incredible constructions and decided on unimaginable projects, which cost a fortune. We did not think about the consequences. And at that time ... millions of us had been dying from hunger and diseases. No food, no water, no medicine, no home...
Planet of contrasts ...
Finally, there came that time when sorrow, tears, hatred became much more for our planet than it could over live. So much pain, so much war ... so many deaths ... too much...
We were approaching the inevitability with every passing second and didn’t want to see it, didn’t want to believe ... it would not happen...as we used to think. We looked for a new more promising job, opened bank accounts, we wanted to have children ... what we were going to give them ... these stones? We planned our future...
And all that time, every second our planet was dying. It asked us for a help, warned, was screaming in pain. But we were too busy to hear its voice, to feel its pain. We thought that we were the heroes and the masters of the nature. We were proud of it! But it turned out, that we were just a dust. And one day we saw the hell. Not everybody was fated to survive in it. And all we have today is these stones and this dust covering the sun from us. It’s our world now. Our life. Is it really life?
We had a chance ... We needed love, to be saved. Loving life, each other, the nature and be grateful for what it gave us. To love our planet…we depend on each other. Love - that was the answer. We realized it too late. We’ve failed. But we could win ... our life and our future. For everyone.
The girl took the old man’s hand.
- Grandpa, let's go home ... It is too hot. It's late and mom told us not to go for a long time ... Come on, let’s go!
He struggled to his feet. The girl walked in front of him. Suddenly, she has stopped. Knelt down and was trying to see something under her feet.
-Grandpa, come here! Come on!! Can you see it? Right here!
The old man walked over, narrowed his eyes and stared at the little green sprout, makes his way from under the stone. Then he turned to the girl and smiled:
- This is our chance. We’ve got one more chance ...
«I gave my life to become the person I am right now. Was it worth it?» R. Bach
Thank you, Michael
Today I remembered that some time ago, my daughter could not fall asleep and she asked me to tell her a fairy tale. At that moment... as usualy, however, there was nothing in my mind, except MJ ))
...ummmm.... It's too late here, you know ....)))) So ... my bedtime story for all of you, my friends))) don't judge me strictly, it's just a story that came to my mind at that moment))
You it`s me ...
Once there lived a little boy. He had many brothers and sisters, but he always wanted to find a true friend to do all things together: to share secrets, to dream, just to play games. The boy was very talented. He used to work a lot since his childhood. He almost had no time for the games. Besides, he was a tireless dreamer. He was mesmerized by the books adventures. He imagined that he was that brave guy, who fought with pirates and dragons, who was a true friend to the fairies and understood the language of birds and animals, who traveled to far away countries and kept the whole world in safe.
At night, when everybody was sleeping he used to look at the stars and the moon. They were his friends. It seemed to him that he could hear the moon’s voice and the whisper of the stars. One summer night he was lying under the tree and listening to the stars. He fell asleep. A tall , pale man with kind eyes appeared in front of him. The man approached the boy, sat down beside him and took a look into the sky:
- I enjoy watching the stars too. They are so beautiful. Hello, kid.
- Who are you? - asked the boy .- And why...It seems to me that I know you?
-That's just because you know me - smiled the stranger - Actually, I know you too. And much more better than you know me ... I can tell you which book is under your pillow, I know about your dreams and what do you want for your birthday this year ... I know a lot about you.
-But .... How it can be? - wondered the boy - Explain it to me!
- There are things, my friend, that can not be explained , you will understand it, I`m sure. You are the one I always remember. You're the one who gives me an opportunity to go ahead and believe that everything in this world is possible. And the fact that there is a place where we can just sit under the tree and talk - that`s so great. We`re just lucky.
This place - our dreams. Only here we can meet each other.
-I really do not understand .... But I love talking to you. You know so much about me. I`d like to know who you are, I think ... I'm not sure, but ... .. can you tell me, will I see you again? - asked the boy.
-Of course, we’ll meet, we are together for ever. Because you ...it`s me.
-But you are not like me! You're different, your skin is lighter than mine .... though, your eyes ... I ...
The man smiled sadly: -The main thing it is not what we see outside. Do you agree with me? More important what is there inside us, in our hearts. I'm happy we are friends now. See you,my friend . And remember...
I'm always with you...
That's all, my friends
sweet dreams to everyone
It was too cold and rainy outside today, to go somewhere ... hanging around , I took the book, it was "Master and Margarita". I opened it on any page, not going to read ...(I'll translate a bit)
"...Listen to the soundlessness... listen and enjoy ... that hasn't been given to you in your life - Silence. Look there, it's your eternal home, which has been given you an award. I can see the Venetian window and climbing vines, it extends to the roof... Here's your home, here is your eternal home... I know, they'll come to you in the evening ... the ones you love, the ones you are interested in, those who won't disturb you ... They will play for you, they will sing to you...you will see the light in the room that only candles can give us. You'll be falling asleep ...you'll be falling asleep with a smile on your lips... Sleep will make you stronger ... you'll think wisely... But you won't be able to get rid of me any more...I will be keeping your sleep..."
M.Bulgakov "The Master and Margarita"
I see you everywhere ...
Thinking about your birthday, I feel different feelings that are difficult to express in words. This is .... holiday ... but this is sad holiday now ... I feel Happy that you were ... that you are ... that you will always be with us...with me... Love ... Joy ... Gratitude .....Sorrow .... Respect .... Pain ... LOVE ...
Now when enough time has passed, I know ... I may say ... I'll never can say goodbye ...
This is forever. You've come to stay ...
Maybe it's just my makebelieve world, I've created it by myself, but this is My World ....
and I'll never say goodbye to you in it...
I say HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MICHAEL!!!
There is an ancient legend: when someone is born the star lights up in the sky. Look at the night sky: there are millions of stars, but I am unable to stop starring just at one of them.
I want to look endlessly at it. It inspires me, helps to believe and love, hope and wait. This is your star, Michael! This star is the brightest, most beautiful, alluring and magical. I will protect its light in my heart from evil eye with my love, smiles and prayers for you.
Today is a wonderful day when you came onto this land. Michael, you lit up your star for yourself and for all of us. IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!
Love you forever,
Surely we're thinking of the date, June 25, with a heavy heart. I can't even believe that two years have passed already!
My friends! I really want to say thank you! For all the time we spent here together! Michael led us into this world by the hand. It was an Eternity! Eternity, that we have spent in another world, which exists IN and OUT of reality ... in the world full of wonderful people, who give goodness and smiles to each other every day, people who are ready to support each other every moment, people who understand each other perfectly ... All this because of one man only. The man, who gave us his heart and soul ... and we gave him ours.
I love you all!!
June 25, two years ago, it was (and still) a state of absolute intransigence with the datum! Other people were leaving ... loved ones were leaving ... there was a great sorrow. But there was... humility. But Michael… there was a feeling that I missed something the Most Important in my life. An absolute feeling of incomparability of the usual hassle of everyday life with this Most Important Thing... We, forgetting everything, read his books, listened to his music and listened to Him - to absorb that Most Important Thing…through His life, through His music, through His words...
I believe in the triumph of Life over death. For me it’s the triumph of human mind, human capabilities ... I'm grateful to Michael Jackson for the questions that appeared in front of me and for the opportunity to find answers to these questions. For the understanding that there are no limits to these human capabilities, and it's only for us to decide who we are and where we are going.
And He… continues to bewitch and surprise … not letting us believe, that He may not exist!... even for a second… He continues to live in His music, warming our hearts...and helping us to keep our mind open...
Thank you, Michael Jackson! All my Love and Respect.
I love you for always. Even MORE than you can imagine )
To live like Michael Jackson, the person must have a steel rod inside. This rod for Michael is an absolute faith in God and spirituality. To carry this all his life, never to renounce his principles, one must possess great courage, strength and Faith.
Despite everything, he openly continued to do things that were really important to him. This means that he could not do otherwise, it means that his inner convictions were stronger than any fear.
He believed that truth must prevail. He believed in people, he came to them again and again for the thousandth time repeating his words.
Revenge destroys a man, eats his soul. But ability to forgive and to love - heals and restores. Revenge - the lot of weak people. Michael has always been able to maintain self-esteem. He is royally generous and noble, he is the knight in all respects. He's incredibly strong through this. That's why he is invincible! That's why more and more people are willing to hear his message. He was given to be discover and understand the real meaning of such familiar concepts, both goodness and love. And opening this truth for himself, he all his life trying to bring it to other people, because "when someone lights a candle, he does not put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick and it gives the light to all in the house".
all my love and respect,
The world we all live in, does carry neither good nor evil by itself. Neither love nor hatred, neither war nor peace. It is neutral to us. It watches us. It only reflects.
Our world - is a big mirror.
It reflects our feelings, thoughts, actions, desires, and emotions. Someone says: our world is insane. It is cruel and unjust. But someone can say: our world is beautiful and amazing. But we should always remember, it only reflects...
If there is no love inside you, how can you feel the love in someone else? If there is no peace in your soul, how can it be around you? If you hate, what do you want in return? The more cruelty and violence in people, the more it’s hostile. Look closely in the mirror ... what are you doing wrong? Change yourself and the reflection will be changing ... The world will change...
Everyone’s looking for something in this life. We follow the star ... Sometimes we lose everything, we fall, then get up and start over and over. We are strangers ... Perhaps, the process itself is important. What is our bluebird?
Looking for something. In ourselves, in other people. Everyone wants to find a soul mate. Actually, I'm sure, nobody wants to be lonely in this world.
You wake up in the morning, you see someone you love, and you smile. You get up, pull the blinds back, and ... sunlight floods the room ... or maybe it rains outside ... it does not matter, because you feel comfortable in your life...you can go for a walk with your kid, feeling warm little palm in your hand... to run barefoot on the wet grass ... to sit on the beach watching the sun sinking into the water, knowing that it will come back tomorrow and will be no less surprising...to listen to your favorite tunes, to dance, to laugh, maybe cry ... you love, make mistakes…
Don’t you think that’s enough for being happy? May be it’s already near us? Everything around ...every single day... this rustle of the leaves, the sunlight, this rainbow after the rain, children’s laughter, your mother's smile, your friends? Just stop. And think. What are we really looking for?
When we are happy, when we love, there’s no place for hatred and envying in our hearts. So this is the way to make our world better! The more happy people - the more love for our planet. Every day beauty is near us. Just look around! It’s so easy! Maybe you have already found what you were looking for ... maybe there’s no need to look for the happiness any more, and it’s already running after you, barefoot and skipping, and afraid to fall behind...
Because the world - is a big mirror...
... looking at the mirror we do not see ourselves but a part of a "human ant-hill”, looking at the watch we do not hear the time but the predeterminacy, looking around, we cannot see life but a race track leading us to the cherished purpose...
But once the earth stops for an instant...
And you come out of the steady-state track. Your eyes start seeing what they did not see, your ears hear what they did not hear, your heart starts feeling what it did not feel... it starts beating in a new manner, in time with other hearts...
And another life starts... it frightens with its vastitude, it charms with its hopes, it gives you a feeling of reality! It feels as if you threw off some invisible manacles, you acquire some new abilities and talents, you revaluate everything anew: yourself, your surroundings, your affairs, the whole world.
You cannot lie any more to the Person in the Mirror.
You get a great gift of the second chance...
And then everything really starts depending just on yourself, on the road you will choose: if you will deny the gift, wind it down, turn your back — or will believe in yourself, find forces, find an application for them and will learn and learn again — to live and to love...
We have been looking for an answer for almost two years, each of us.