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THE WORDS
The words,
Take the virtual towards the reality,
And the reality records,
With the words.
They form messages.
Their mission is to keep them,
And to take them through times,
So that they can,
Some day,
Be read by a fellow,
Who sometimes would not even have chosen it.
The important is that the words,
Make a success of this timeless:
Parable
Make the message pass.
ONüRB on 2003
The one who tries to progress, asks questions which bring other questions and thus, has a bright soul!
Only the dark souls bring answers, even though they only a divine origin would have!
ONO 2°12
The eagle and the fox.
An Eagle and a Fox entered into a covenant of mutual affection and resolved to live near one another, looking upon close intercourse as a way of strengthening friendship. Accordingly the former flew to the top of a high tree and built her nest, while the latter went into a bush at the foot and placed her litter there. One day, however, when the Fox was away foraging, the Eagle, being hard pressed for food, swooped down into the bush, snatched up the cubs and helped her own fledglings to devour them. When the Fox came back and saw what had happened she was not so much vexed at the death of her young ones as at the impossibility of requital. For the Eagle having wings and she none, pursuit was impossible. So she stood some distance away and did all that is left for the weak and impotent to do—poured curses on her foe. But the Eagle was not to put off for long the punishment due to her violation of the sacred tie of friendship. It happened that some country-people were sacrificing a goat, and the Eagle flew down and carried away from the altar some of the burning flesh. But when she had got it to her eyrie a strong wind got up and kindled into flame the thin dry twigs of the nest, so that the eaglets, being too young to be able to fly, were roasted, and fell to the ground. Then the Fox ran up and, before the Eagle's eyes, devoured them every one.
Aesop seventh century before J.C.
THE TRUTH
Humanly speaking and pending better, let's define the Truth: What is stated as. There is only one truth, it appears to us in two forms, conventional truths: This is a body, and I can count on him to live sensory experiences, support me to move me, etcetera. This is my blood ...
And there are the ultimate truths: This is not a body, it is an assembly of members and organs, themselves mix of primary elements from the dust of the stars.
It works from the infinitely small to the infinitely large, everything is connected by a chain of cause and effect which we belong: Conventional Truth. We are not part of it: Ultimate Truth.
We are only the result of a random equation of a subliminal thing so far beyond our understanding today, the day that we will find her enigmatic result, cause we will solve it , if cosmic time is sufficiently allocated to us, then we know already that it will raise more questions than we currently conceive it, but what a challenge!
Whoever seeks to progress, raises questions that bring other issues and therefore, has a luminous soul!
Only the dark souls provide answers, even if they would have only a divine origin!
In our quest for the infinite, small and large, we must not forget that we are one of the fruits. Like the apple is the fruit of the apple tree, it ignores it no doubt, but the tree is in it. It is potentially a new tree which in turn will bear fruit. My apple, that's me ... and that's just fine, my apple, it belongs only to me! That's what we are, apples, but with the difference that the human is one of those rare fruits that has the necessary means of introspection to discover the tree which is in him.
In other words we are children of the universe, it is in us, and because of our evolution, we may discover and understand it. But the apple has not always the chance to let the seeds grow in fertile soil, humans will not all give birth to life. That may not be so unique that in the universe, but it seems we are the only ones on Earth to possess this precious gift. We are the seeds of new universes!
ONÜRB 2004
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2002 ELEMENTS OF UNIVERSAL CONDITION
Once upon a time was ONÜRB.
He travels around the world to find the answer to the question: To what all of that rhymes?
Since he walks, he seeks. As soon as he spoke, he thinks. And since he wrote, he imagines. But since he reads, he lives. He met people, ideas, thinkers, philosophers, religions and none, none of them brought him a satisfactory answer.
Only one key appeared common to all of the above. The response is within each individual. Unsatisfactory! Isn't it?
Then from sad moments to joyful moments, from conversation to passion, life always leads back to the question: To what?
That summer, too many friends of his youth died.
This is too much, what have they taught me all, what I offered them?
This "sadu" said an interesting thing, so bad, so imperfect holy man he has been.
The human borns then adds; to subtract, to multiply and at the end to divide the knowledge of all his experiences.
This Hindu intrigues me, I do not think exactly like him, I think we add, divide, multiply and subtract at the end of our lives, or even others think they add, multiply, divide and subtract, or?
It depends on whether one is spiritual, intellectual, scientific, philosophical, empirical or simply believer.
And what about other combinations ... subtract, add, divide, multiply ... multiply, add, subtract, divide, and who knows what else, divide, add, subtract, multiply ... I have the impression that this answer has no end, and what about the unknown relativity : destine?
All these things which might exist and that we do not think or less or badly or ...
If the addition is human, the division: the animal, multiplication: the plant, subtraction: mineral, and the destination: the unknown relativity of existence, we have here the elements of the universal condition and not just human, as too much idealistics believe. A set of five forms of existences counting twenty-four possible directions, or one hundred twenty rational answers. All without consider the values that increase each response in a potential infinity all differents and trues, yes: to be. In this universe where everything is equation, we are the question and the answer, only the calm can help us to answer. Otherwise you move, but you do not live, if you are not aware of the miracle of life, of love, of peace.
Then ONÜRB lived long, happy, in harmony with others, at peace with himself.
The answer is: everything is possible, the impossible does not exist.
ONÜRB 2002
Once upon a time was ONÜRB.
He travels around the world to find the answer to the question: To what all of that rhymes?
Since he walks, he seeks. As soon as he spoke, he thinks. And since he wrote, he imagines. But since he reads, he lives. He met people, ideas, thinkers, philosophers, religions and none, none of them brought him a satisfactory answer.
Only one key appeared common to all of the above. The response is within each individual. Unsatisfactory! Isn't it?
Then from sad moments to joyful moments, from conversation to passion, life always leads back to the question: To what?
That summer, too many friends of his youth died.
This is too much, what have they taught me all, what I offered them?
This "sadu" said an interesting thing, so bad, so imperfect holy man he has been.
The human borns then adds; to subtract, to multiply and at the end to divide the knowledge of all his experiences.
This Hindu intrigues me, I do not think exactly like him, I think we add, divide, multiply and subtract at the end of our lives, or even others think they add, multiply, divide and subtract, or?
It depends on whether one is spiritual, intellectual, scientific, philosophical, empirical or simply believer.
And what about other combinations ... subtract, add, divide, multiply ... multiply, add, subtract, divide, and who knows what else, divide, add, subtract, multiply ... I have the impression that this answer has no end, and what about the unknown relativity : destine?
All these things which might exist and that we do not think or less or badly or ...
If the addition is human, the division: the animal, multiplication: the plant, subtraction: mineral, and the destination: the unknown relativity of existence, we have here the elements of the universal condition and not just human, as too much idealistics believe. A set of five forms of existences counting twenty-four possible directions, or one hundred twenty rational answers. All without consider the values that increase each response in a potential infinity all differents and trues, yes: to be. In this universe where everything is equation, we are the question and the answer, only the calm can help us to answer. Otherwise you move, but you do not live, if you are not aware of the miracle of life, of love, of peace.
Then ONÜRB lived long, happy, in harmony with others, at peace with himself.
The answer is: everything is possible, the impossible does not exist.
ONÜRB 2002
Life is revealed severe with time, but I think that optimism must prevail, because there are also many opportunities to enjoy being alive. Whatever the cost, whatever the pitfalls, a strike is never far away where the traveler can rest, rebuild and start again with a light heart and high soul to the incongruous mysteries of the circumstances that lead us to sadness or joy. What matters is not what we have done, but what we will do.
Start by being happy yourself, is to be available for others!
ONÜRB ÖHN 2015
Start by being happy yourself, is to be available for others!
ONÜRB ÖHN 2015
Illustration from "Total Eclipse" movie
THE VALLEY SLEEPER
It is a green hollow where a river sings
Clinging madly on herbs some rags
Of silver, where the sun, from the proud mountain
Shines; it is a little valley bubbling rays.
A young soldier, open-mouthed, bare-headed,
And neck bathed in cool blue watercress,
Sleeps: he is lying in the grass, under the sky,
Pale in his green bed where the light rains.
Feets in the gladiolas, he sleeps. Smiling as
A sick child might smile, he is having a nap.
Nature, cradle him warmly: he has cold!
The scents are not making his nostrils quiver;
He sleeps in the sun, his hand on his chest,
Tranquil. He has two red holes in his right side.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD 1854-1891
It is a green hollow where a river sings
Clinging madly on herbs some rags
Of silver, where the sun, from the proud mountain
Shines; it is a little valley bubbling rays.
A young soldier, open-mouthed, bare-headed,
And neck bathed in cool blue watercress,
Sleeps: he is lying in the grass, under the sky,
Pale in his green bed where the light rains.
Feets in the gladiolas, he sleeps. Smiling as
A sick child might smile, he is having a nap.
Nature, cradle him warmly: he has cold!
The scents are not making his nostrils quiver;
He sleeps in the sun, his hand on his chest,
Tranquil. He has two red holes in his right side.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD 1854-1891
Autumn song
The long sobs
Of violins
From autumn
Hurt my heart
In languor
Monotonous.
All suffocating
And pale, when
Strikes the hour,
I remember
Days of yore
And I cry.
And I'm going
In evil wind
That carries me
Hither and thither,
Same as the
Dead leaf.
Verlaine
Saturnian poems.
The long sobs
Of violins
From autumn
Hurt my heart
In languor
Monotonous.
All suffocating
And pale, when
Strikes the hour,
I remember
Days of yore
And I cry.
And I'm going
In evil wind
That carries me
Hither and thither,
Same as the
Dead leaf.
Verlaine
Saturnian poems.
