Monday, May 30, 2016

'Melancholy' Series IV

'Melancholy' Series
photos by limitless mindgames

Sonnet XVII
by Pablo Neruda

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

Friday, May 27, 2016

'Melancholy' Series III

'Melancholy' Series
photos by limitless mindgames
Sonet XXXIV
by Pablo Neruda
 
You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin.
Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;...
cook, your blood is quick as the soil.
Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth.

 
Your eyes go out toward the water, and the waves rise;
your hands go out to the earth and the seeds swell;
you know the deep essence of water and the earth,
conjoined in you like a formula for clay.
 
Naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces,
they will bloom resurrected in the kitchen.
This is how you become everything that lives.
 
And so at last, you sleep, in the circle of my arms
that push back the shadows so that you can rest--
vegetables, seaweed, herbs: the foam of your dreams.

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Stay Wild With Yourself

Stay Wild With Yourself
self-portrait by limitless mindgames
We are always journeying
 when we go
deeper.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

'Melancholy' Series II

'Melancholy' Series
photo by limitless mindgames
Sonnet XXVII
by Pablo Neruda
 
Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
 
Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.
 
Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.
 
As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.

Monday, May 23, 2016

'Melancholy' Series I

'Melancholy' Series
photo by limitless mindgames
I Like For You To Be Still
by Pablo Neruda

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy

I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true.

Friday, May 20, 2016

'Dreamland Stories' Series VI

'Dreamland Stories' Series
photos: limitless mindgames, model: tatjana janssen
To be vulnerable
is to know
lightness,
and flight.
How it feels to
break old
barricades,
and walls.
To be unrestricted.
Free.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

'Silent Whispers' Series (Part XI)

'Silent Whispers' Series
idea.photo.image processing: limitless mindgames
To love me is to hold me
when I am raining.
To breathe me
when I am burning.
To release me
when I am running.

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

'Dreamland Stories' Series V

'Dreamland Stories' Series
photos: limitless mindgames, model: tatjana janssen
I sometimes wonder about people.
All the stories in their body that
have carved and shaped them.
And what they do with those.

Sunday, May 15, 2016

The Light You Need

photo by limitless mindgames
Walk straight toward the sun.
Release anything between you
and that heat you've hungered for.
That light you've needed.

Friday, May 13, 2016

'Dreamland Stories' Series IV

'Dreamland Stories' Series
photos: limitless mindgames, model: tatjana janssen
If I do not follow you
out of this zone of comfort
push me, pull me, or throw me
from that circle.
If my wander loses it's lust,
if the soles of my feet begin to rust,
if I forget the way to adventure
force it upon me 

until I remember again
how to be truly alive.

'Dreamland Stories' Series III

'Dreamland Stories' Series
photos: limitless mindgames, model: tatjana janssen
May your dreams be far reaching yet reachable.
Tangible yet otherworldly.
Magical and true.

Thursday, May 12, 2016

'Dreamland Stories' Series II

'Dreamland Stories' Series
photos: limitless mindgames, model: tatjana janssen
A book is a dream
that you hold
in your hand.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

'Dreamland Stories' Series I

'Dreamland Stories' Series
photos: limitless mindgames, model: tatjana janssen
Whenever you read a good book,
somewhere in the world a door opens
to allow in more light.