Reflection – Kitty Michelle's Universe

When we think about “genius”. When we are in front of a work of genius, when we experience the art of a “genius”, when we read a poem that makes us inhale, exhale, and say “Wow”.
When we experience that, in the end, what we get, what we are left with, it’s “inspiration”.
It is not the work “per se”, it is not in the contingency of that creation that the genius lies. It is in what it inspires, in the doors it opens.

So, to me, a work of genius is something that inspire, it is about the things that comes because of that, after that, because of that idea, that door, that vision. What is even more amazing and beautiful about all that, is in the universality of it.
The same holds in fact true for all aspects and spheres of the world. It is like this both for science and art, both for the spiritual and the factual. It was like this for relativity, it was like this for ancient philosophers, it is like this about new math theories, it is like this for the works of Renoir, the poems of William Blake, Quantum Physics, and on and on and on.

It is like this for acts of Love. Too

#kittymichele – Oct 2020

Pain. You are a life reminder, You are the reminder that we are mortal, the reminder that we have to struggle to obtain something. You remind us that the moments when apparently nothing special is going on, they actually are moments in which all the magic of life runs smoothly. They are moments in which we should be grateful.
Oh, not necessarily religiously grateful, not necessarily being praying or such. But rather remember we should open our arms turn the head up to the sky and giggle, smile, laugh, inhale harmony.

Pain. The torment of aching, a little irking, a deadly wound. Different degrees of pain, different and still all alike. Pain is not measurable. Sometimes it is, in theory it could be, but we are human, we are love creatures, emotional creatures, and that makes it relative.

There is who is facing death, and feels calm, painless, blessed. Then there could another girl: having lost the use of a finger, she wanted to be a pianist, and so she ends up thinking her life is destroyed, with no future and those thoughts intoxicate her mind, to the point she feels like dyeing, and in fact she does. Because pain is absolute and relative at the same time. There is no absolute value, even a small one can become an insurmountable mountain. Paradoxically, the very same fact that a little thing may turn out to be unbearable, that same thing teaches us that nothing is insurmountable, and through our mind, spirit, and heart, we can put everything in perspective, and overcome anything.
Because in the same way as no relative is an absolute, then every absolute can be turned into a relative.

Pain,
Life Teacher

Dreams.

Dreaming, Yes, there are dreams at night.
Wishing the good dreams to populate my nights.
I want the good dreams.
Who doesn’t ?
Easy dreams, peaceful dreams, wild dreams, sexy dreams, dreams of good remembers and dreams of things to come.
Even more than that, simple dreams.

The simple dream in which I am that woman, the One that loves and is loved. Dreaming to go to work after the morning run, showering, getting decent and moderately elegant. Dreaming to leave my apartment in the morning, with all my things, the bills to pay, the errands to do, the worries of the day, my hair to adjust, my poems and worries in me as I walk the world, then having my book on my thighs in the train and the One I Love in me through all this. This simple thing, making me invincible, with an easy simple smile on the face of that decent woman on the train.

Dreaming simple things, daily things, being the woman that stop to buy things or do grocery, the one that have a coffee on the street on the way to my office. Dreaming this to be enough for You to wish to kiss me, just because I am me.
Isn’t this what everyone wish, after all?
This and nothing more.Why ?
Why dreaming this?
Because You, my Special One, You are this to me. Because to me loving is this, and the moments you are YOU and lost in your things, those are the moments when I’d throw my arms around you, and make you spin, with me, in this simple world, in this simple dream, and there is nothing that can come close to this.

Simple dream, a dream that has the name of Love, those syllabi.

No bad dreams, no complicated dreams, a simple one.

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