Finding love

I thought that love is only for the privileged,

The way I´ve felt for anyone before I´ve met you was just the prelude, the distant thunder of what will come and become.  The days of thunder. I would have never guessed that love doesn´t need to be hurting or Killing you and tearing you to shreds, but that it can feel like soft summer rain instead, or like when you walk barefoot through the moist and warm fields. There is a hidden passion in yearning, in silent thinking and secret desires of a mind.

It feels now like a new territory to me, brand new World, and I´m only standing at the gates, not knowing what´s in front of me, but I´m not scared anymore.

 I feel the breeze coming from the horizon, I see that there is a splendid sunrise beyond the mountains, and it´s all coming to meet me with huge embrace, touching my soft skin and inviting me to come forward or follow. I see the freedom of birds all around me, the peace of their mind, I touch the ground with my bare feet and walk ahead. This splendid walk will unravel the most fantastic views to me, because I will be on the path to love, discovering all its many sides and faces and shapes. I know, there is no real danger  lurking behind its wonderful gifts, for no real love has ever had the power to hurt. The unconditional love that lives on its own, exists without being dependent on any single human being, that sort of love has been here since ages. Since the World has begun. And I´m about to get to taste it.

I see myself in the desert surrounded by wide and vast spaces where no human hand has ever touched a stone, yet still, I have the overwhelming sensation of not being here on my own. There is some other presence, and it shows itself by tingling feelings deep down my stomach. The presence of ever eternal, omnipresent love, that we are created from.  I walk completely free of any fear and desire, free of any thought or dellussional belief about what love should be like. This kind of presence is perfection in its purest. It needs nothing to live on, no one to live for. It  pulsates by its own rhytm in its own heart, it sounds of a distant, long forgotten melody that we once heard. It shines and radiates all the light of the earth, it submerges gigantic World around only to  let the invisible one become enormous. Everything here seems to be tuned into its melody, everything, even my own heart, my breath, my pulse, my whisper. I feel like there is an ocean behind the mountain in front of me. The giant collosal mountain that hides all the treasures of this place. The ocean blows the winds towards the desert I´m walking in. It spreads my hair and tangles it, it sends tiny droplets of salty rain on my skin and makes me feel like I was in heaven. I can breath freely, and each step I take is like a kiss to the ground. The warm sand underneath my feet is crispy and soft, like a baby powder. I see the sunset now, for I have been walking for eternity in this beautiful World, and I can see others joining me. The invisible, yet existent others, who have been here all along. Maybe people, maybe souls, I don´t care. I just know, They are here for the same reason. To understand love, to come for fulfillment and to drink from the source like thirsty birds. It will come to them. All of us. One day you´ll see. And you might take the same route, walk the same sands with your bare feet. You will see my sunrise and my sunset too, and watch the birds climbing the blue skies, chasing each other in the game of love. Your heart will be fulfilled my friend, when you reach the summit and pass the glorious mountain….there you will find me. 

when Madeleine Albright smiled back at me

If yesterday, 23rd October 2012 could be put into few words, I would describe it as a day to be remembered, eventhough  waiting for Madeleine has been much longer then the meeting itself. We´ve been queuing outside the Neoluxor bookstore for three long hours, following behind the enormous crowds of her admirers, most of whom were (to my surprise) relatively young. 

Maddie represents to me not only high profile politician but also a strong woman with principles who fights for justice and stands on the side of humanity. Plus, of course, her being of Czech descent is definitely one of the dominating factors as to why everyone loves her. To see her and become the owner of her autograph was sort of a deep satisfaction. Our native has made it across the ocean and somehow helped in the process of building a better world, eventhough more on the American ground rather than ours. We all, I would say, can be proud of this little, stout woman, who has been shaking hands with the most powerful people while on duty. I have been always transfixed by her public demeanor and determined attitude.  This little lady seemed to shine out no fear and knew her place in spite of the way she had to stand up next to all the macho men. 
To be seeing her little fragile frame and tired eyes, made me feel sorry for her as well, as one can suddenly realize that the image of strenght we see from our tv sets and various CNN broadcasts, is still just an image and that, behind the scenes, these gods are quite ordinary people with needs and human feelings too. 

She signed our books with simple stroke of her hand, lightly smiling at me when I looked down at her, as if thanking me for coming. Or maybe smiling at me because I smiled at her, god knows. The greatest things are often hidden behind most simple moments. And should they last a second or million years, nobody cares, as long as they are here. Memory of smiling Maddie will be forever in my mind, as much as her cornflower suit that must have been worn many times in the many corners of the world, for billions eyes to see and cherish the simplicity of the moment. 

Here is me with Madeleine

Me signing the Peace pact with Madeleine Albright

Zdenka and Maddie