My Writen Painted felt Authobiography ;)

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Concious woman

She is simply different

The way she talks

The way she moves

The way she breaths

Her flow & Air

Her vibes & Hair

She simply shows up when you would want to hide…. when the world just don’t seem to understand you….

She sees you when you’d like to pass unseen

She finds beauty in your darkest spaces and brings light to your darkness

She loves all you hoped you wouldn’t have

Her affection melts all your layered spots of the soul

When you know she is here to stay

To love you when you cant seem to love yourself

When she is simply the one…..


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Mini Mandala

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I see you

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CommUnity of Stars

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Natural

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Its Human nature

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ImaginArt ( SharpieArt)

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Moon-Set

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Spying

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Mandala Sun

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Broken Mold

IMG_4156.JPGFrom every side pushed,
From every edge pressed
From every angle tested;
Guilt being used to shake things up
Fear to bring me back to the preconceived mold;
Flexible as an elastic band stretching,
Being brought to the ground abruptly,
Tension in the air
Peace in her soul
Segmented, judged, classified, routed with nonstop spoken words and infinite silences.
The little hole in the sky keeps her alive
The little light in her heart keeps her breathing
A fight for freedom of choice and courage to remain flying….
The road is bumpy. Fog and uncertainty ruling the way , but this walk cant be interrupted as The only way to live is to walk her walk


The Void ; his story

So depressed not being able to understand this void…

Something’s missing and hasn’t been there for so long….

‘I’m not understanding the way to decode the language of emptiness that fills up my inside and bit by bit he’s been developing the ability to dye the light into a deep darkness state of confusion and unsolicited surrender-ness’ he reflected

‘who are you?’

‘what do you want from
me?’

‘what are you trying to tell me?’

if only these messages were more authentic, logic and less demagogic ….as ….there’s no reason to reject the wonders of aliveness

Perfect is the image perceived by the spectators , fake is the one released by the naked truth, He thought

‘who do you want to see?’
‘the real me or the ‘what I could be’ me?’ he whispered

This path is the return one, there’s not one to come and one to go.

Longer shorter days giving me the chance to nourish the heart

Mundane experiences sealed as rubber stamps on my skin, intending to be part of the past, with unattained outcomes….

How to enjoy the deepness of this physicality when this indescribable ghosts don’t want to let go….

Is it my Ego mind boycotting my triumphs?…
or simply this incapacity to understand the void language
Trying to fully convince myself that the Universe is speaking to me through gnomic messages?

Maybe this is a new way of communicating I need to master to feed this thirsty whole of emptiness .
…..to be continued

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the Actress

Windows reflecting her image distorted of how she feels she is,
as memories come to her mind suddenly.

she left
This walk was a never-ending roller-coaster
who was she without that mask?

….the best actress is not the authentic but the ticket seller

what do you do when you dont know what to do but still have to do it?
unclear is the surface of the tangible ground when mostly what you see is just part of the script.

Uncertain of directions perceiving a void when the known is far away and there’s no wall to lay on.

What if heart chooses, and mind is in disagreement?
Excuse me Sir, where is this life’s manual?
I dont want to go against the law
but … what if it makes me happy not to please anyone else?
This sadness is brought by the uncertainty of path
the rate race of dreams that walk without direction….
How can we feel fulfilled
How can we fly up high and feel alive?
How can we feel purposed even when nobody else sees that in us?
she feels alone
she feels non understood
where can she go….?


A reason

So much pain so hard to explain
down here in the rain pretending He is vain
Where should He go what should he do…no matter what happens he still thinks of you.
Somewhere in the dessert where plants tend to die, he handles a flower, pretending to fly.

Faraway lands expecting arrivals of wisdom and canvas ready to be re-designed

This emptiness feels like a summer debris refusing to be , eternal bliss
what is to die, but to be only naked in our mind, not speaking aloud our truth to survive.
If only he could leave this space of hollowness fulfilling the gap with love and with trust, believing he must fly and shine like a star in the middle of the sky somewhere up high.
In love he is destroyed In love he is delighted no roof and no ground to feel this alive
As blessed as intrigued with sorrow and bliss
believing exists this heaven in his list.
The maze has no end but trouble and pain
Why should he stay when the rain is on its way
Why should he pray, when he only has today
as tomorrow is blossoming and yesterday is dead.

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Still unnamed

Does it exist?
Does True Love exist?
So many poems and lyrics
so many phrases and quotes
so many thunders and sunshines above of it all.
Below the surface there’s reality there’s pain and there’s doubt, in a world of ever-growing bouts….

Where is this going, this pain is overflowing….
This empty space goes deep to touch base, trying to win some random race nonexistent to the eyes but clear as a vase.
Could it be platonic?
Could it be the mystical in love with love… that as a cloud it can hide whats real and loud under the eyes of the cowed that screams so aloud to be heard….?
Visiting and staying… or changing its route as simple as the seasons that without any reasons they move to horizons untouched as raw diamonds.

A knot in the throat from unspoken thoughts, painful as shots is the distortion of Love

where is the feeling?
which is its location?
where do you carry it when you pretend you dont have it….

She looks for connection instead of words and deceptions
She looks for a soulmate as if they truly exist in a world of beliefs, of seasons and cliffs, of reasons and fees.
She wants to believe
She wants to retrieve
She wants to forgive herself for this feeling as deep as the core of oceans and shores so strong and life changing as winds of renewal that shower the pain with truth and with rain.

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so send Mind, nite nite

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pinch it!
Unwritten she goes designing her path and recreating it as a piece of art being recycled by time and use, life chooses its own way moved by passions and adrenaline

How wise and essential mind is in this journey?
Are choices meant to be born in heart or mind?
what if heart chooses and mind is in disagreement?
Excuse me Sir, where is this life’s manual?
I dont want to go against the law
but … will that make me happy?

Decisions are a duality where separation is present
de-cisions
Present should be whole, integration, union
Can we have it all?

She was at the top of the hill of enjoyment, where no future or past had any participation
Happiness is based on that detachment from control and manipulation of the unknown….
The flow guaranties the enjoyment of whatever comes our way….
Feel, Breath, Meditate, Let go
When mind is stopped and heart is postponed, the umbilical gut feeling arises allowing the choices of Truth to manifest
So send mind nite nite 🙂
Loni!

 

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Canvas tote bag collection by LoniDuek

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into the Heart

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Mutating

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Custom made Apron

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Xray

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moving slowly…

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Where we are supposed to be….

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From another realm

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