Where the streets have Your Name

Where the streets have Your Name

And then it comes a time when the music stops playing, and the Dance of Life turns from high frequency rhythms of beautiful people vibrating their emotions, into a simple walking. A step by step motion deliberated from the mind, where the body acts but does not react, one foot moving ahead following the other, burning an energy but creating no another,  instinctually and unconsciously creating a road. But if the road has no music, it has no name, it has no mark, it is unknown, and with the next step soon will just stop..It is like the next step on a treadmill that has no cable, it is unplugged from the source of energy, is squeaking sounds of struggle, an useless effort towards nothing, a squeeze of a last drop of sweat of a dyeing core..

Brr…creepy!

And then it came the day when Alma stopped dancing..God damn broken record! Unwinding, rewinding, forwarding, fast forwarding, stop! Unwinding, rewinding..Hey DJ, why don’t you play that song again?

Where the streets have no name, the music has no words, the road has no meaning, and the dance has no real shape.

“You want to run but you have nowhere to hide, you want to tear down the walls that hold you inside, you want to reach out and touch the flame, but the streets have no name”.

Hey DJ, haven’t I heard this song again and again?

Breaking down the old records, deleting the words with no meaning, clearing the roads with no mark, reaching out from inside not holding on those walls, free falling and free landing on that street that step by step has your name, it has your meaning, it has your shape!

Moving on one step following the other on your rhythm and then putting it on replay! Plugging on that sound of your first step to the vibe of the next one and following that frequency again and again, high or low, simple walking or beautifully acting towards reacting to your energy and beyond..again creating life to that Dance when it comes that time when the music starts playing on that street with Your Name!

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The Dance of Life

Alma must have been taken the wrong bus and into the City of Lust..The things she saw, the things she did!..The City has no Apples of wisdom, no eternal youthfulness, plenty of fertility but no health, is full of canons and temptations of the Sin! The City is full of People! :)

The beauty of the City lies in the diversity of faces. Some are round and short, curly and puffy, some are squared and straight, long and loose, some they have it all together, an old shadow of an once defined look!.. Colorful faces, painted with blond shiny rays of the sun, dark black mysteries of the night, blue moods of shaky boats lost in the sea without a compass chasing a North Star of a different constellation, and all the other colors, the spectrum of the earth, nuances each time redefining themselves by the reflection of diversity of faces.

And faces come with two little hands that work infinite magic tricks empowered by creative or destructive minds, imagination, collective sense of practicability and necessity, sometimes pure luck and relative coincidences, all that we call evolution of our surroundings and ourselves. And those little hands are balanced by two little feet that travel infinite roads ironically of the only one way that there is, that goes round and round following the same movement as our universe, our essence, our circle of life!..

Does it sound like the road of a distant cousin of the laboratory rat?? Great! I managed to turn colorful faces into little crazy monsters! :)

But in this strange picassoish geometry, they all have perfectly positioned a pair of eyes which sparkle every now and then the inner road to their most precious beauty, to what makes one unique to other and gives values beyond form and structure, the road to the Heart and Soul. And once this road is taken, faces are no longer doomed to the ephemerality and inconsistency of outer forms and shapes, but follow the truth that transcend perception of reality to One Being that has no beginning and no end, that is always present and yet never enough lived.

Ok, this is not what Alma saw or experienced in the City..it might be inspired from some books she read in the bus, on the long and bumpy road from the Apple Tree, to the City of Lust :)

In the City, she saw geometries in the shape of XY-s and XX-s, and sometimes strange combinations of them, stridently colored or fading to gleam, moving with same or different frequencies, rhythms that finally follow and align the one and same dance. Desire, want, crave, hunger, thirst, greed, longing, passion, lechery, carnality, sensuality, they are all sounds of the one dance that men and women engage to, the dance of Lust!

And into the City, Alma, she danced. Oh yes, she danced!! The dance of that geometric abstraction that comes into life when combining the two most opposite shapes of all, the X-s and the Y-s…The Dance of Love!

Dance people, dance! :)

Alma goes to the City

The sun dissolved to winter, the sea froze into ice…Grey clouds weight down the pressure, cold air brushes the ground..We sacrificed the apples, and we have killed the worms!..Leaf after leaf is leaving, is turning into dust..Now Apple Tree is empty, and Alma is feeling lonely, she’s naked and she starves!

It looks like a Prozac scenery, she thought..too young, too wild, too restless to narcotize the Tree!

And so she leaves to City..Farewell my Tree of wisdom, hello to real Life, it’s time to feast with people, until the spring will come!

It doesn’t look like Prozac..is living by the sea, puffing the magic dragon, in the land of Hanalei..:)

The Battle of the Worms

There was a bright shinny day, relaxing and vegetative in The Apple Tree. The apples were maturing, carnal red, draining the nature’s sap, and the birds were singing the same old riddle:  ‘Alma, Alma, come and see, who’s the most apple in the tree?’

Happy life in The Apple Tree..apparently.

There was also a good worm Jack, and a bad worm Vinnie. Jack was friendly and fun, many times fuzzy and hazy when into too much apple juice. Vinnie was not much of a Winnie but full of the pooh! He liked the smuggling, the scramble and the bully. Thanks Alma there was enough apples for everybody, so they were living a peaceful life of constant feeding, merely interfering into each other’s territory. Until that bright shinny day…That day the apples were tastier than heavenly manna, and the birds were singing their loudest cords, and the leafs were accompanying with their highest back vocals, powered by the whistling of the wind…That day the life in The Apple Tree seemed to have reached the Absolute!

But then and there in the jaws of a bite, life turned to Obsolete! The good old Jack got wasted on the apple juice once more, and mumbling and bobbling from one apple to the other, started craving to the neighbor’s apple sack. And he jumped in, and drifted and sank, as dumb as a slump, because he didn’t look before he leaped…There he was, Vinnie the slick, waiting in the shadow, polishing his apples of temptation, eager to fire up his guns, to bully, to scramble and finally to smuggle the apples and The Apple Tree!

Oh boy! Buckle up and prepare yourself, for the battle of the worms!  

 

The Apple's Sacrifice

One of the advantages of living up here is the view. Don’t be jealous, trust me, it may be just the view! I mean, my best friend is Worm, and I’m hyper acid from my Apples. And the view sometimes translates into “what in the Apples name happens?” Well it happens that sometimes what I see up here in my dream world becomes reality in the real world. And last night, while hanging on my branch, the evil Orange came by and told me that I still have to pay for my unfair market strategy to monopolize the fruit market bla bla bla..Almost crack my branch while listening to all that bullshit! For your sins! Said the little evil Orange..

And so today I paid! Once more! And cried and cried all my Apples out, and sorrowed and mourned for my sacrifice and tribute, in the name of the Apple..How is it possible to have the upper hand view, but not being able to prevent the damage? I love my worms..but they are not doing a sufficient job! They are just getting fatter and laughing at me, making bigger holes in my pockets! Should I call in for a bigger sacrifice??

Why do we kill our best friend and our best self in the name of the Profit? Yes, I have sinned in the name of the Profit! Then can’t I just wear clothes without any pockets? And actually do I really need clothes in my Apple Tree?..

I only need to clean up from my sins, and dress up with my leafs, and feast once more with my best friend Worm, from my Apples Tree!..

Why Apples?

Because apples are the smartest among fruits, and they have so many varieties of flavors, colors and shapes.

Because some years ago I started being fascinated by The Big Apple and its Wall Street, then I heard about Apple products, bought Apple shares, and used and enjoyed Apple gadgets.

Because in any of its forms or shapes, or flavors, Apple has influenced and changed my life, and for that I ought to recognize and praise its benefits.

Alma, The Apple Tree

My name is Alma and I live in the Apple Tree. Life in the Apple Tree is full of fresh delicious apples and their wisdom from more than 57.000 genes and thousands of years of existence, full of eternal youthfulness, fertility and health, and free from taboos, canons and egoism, no forbidden knowledge, or temptation of the sin. My apples will seduce you to live a simple, honest and full of laugher life in my Apple Tree.  And don’t be afraid of the few worms showing off every now and then, it’s a sign that my apples are not perfect, but trying to keep themselves toxic-free.

Have an apple and live free in my Apple Tree!