http://slow.writerscafe.org/fdminculescu The original writings of author Florin Dragoș Minculescu en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775968808 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Every action we take is predicated on belief, because every action we take is preceded by an evaluation of the context. The mere use of an object, however implicit the action, is predicated on belief. We notice this when the functionality of the object suddenly no longer corresponds to expectati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2912645/ It feels like there always existed a child who lived on some hilltop. His name was everyone’s name and everyone knew him and he knew everyone because he was the child who was waiting for the morning. Every morning this child would run to the place known only by him, where he would .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2860279/ The darkest space within oneself is the light itself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2855875/ A patch of dirt breathes and sweats,It's in the throes of childbirth. It gives up to itself to become,Out of itself a snowdrop rises.The patch of dirt is filled with wonder.So much beauty and fragility,It didn't know was in itself.It praises the Sun for its existence.The Sun .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2850705/ Is it time travel possible?Yes, of course, you can travel to before beginning, but without actually leaving the present time. It's called transcendence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2848987/ Hey, hey wake up Sun bird,It's the time, the moment, that moment..May you break those clouds,Again.Fly, fly away Sun bird,The beat of your wingsMay whisper love to humans heart,Again.Bring, bring back the shameThe mysteries shame May you ignite in Being,Again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2840800/ There is an incomprehensible pain,Behind the dampness of the eyes.Horror and helplessnessCreep into hearts like never before.Minds are forever corrupted.Abandonment scars are forming the brains.Padlocks of happiness are wrought,Deep within the being. Five hundred thousand chi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2807809/ They said billions of years,Since its beginning,Matter has traveled,To its morning.Sleeping light is awakening,Through flesh and blood,Is making its way,To its rising. The heaviness of stone sleep,Through inner Sun's grace,Is gradually removed from eyes,To their clarity. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2806186/ I know people by the scars on their heart.I know people by the hate from their eyes.I know people by the pain of their past.I know devil, It's me. I know people by the poison of their tongue.I know people by the screams of their whisper.I know people by the roughness of their caressi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2805344/ Hovering into mind's dream,Having affection for infection,The suffering is protectedWith brutalizing pain.Grotesques discrepanciesImmediately muted,By wrathful clowns,With panties tucked between buttocks.Nor descending, nor rising,Nor dying, nor living.Stultified in an existe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2805024/ Among so many,Exposed, but so unseen,Loudness of their quietude,Is shrouded in seclusion.The solitude confess of him.He too, conveys of she.But prophet and his love,Remain somehow obscure.Although, out of their endear So many could awake,The prophet and his loveInto oblivio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2804768/ Climb,Never look back.Discover,Don't become.Brave,Don't hide.Wise,Not dogmatic.Honest,Don't sham. Righteous,Not naive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2804739/ I've come acrossAnd when I've lookedI've seen the you.Amazing you.But then, when I approached,And when you spoke,I've seen that you..,You don't know you.Dreaming you're someone else,We couldn't fit.I can't imagine you,When side by side we are.Just take some time,Emb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2804650/ I thought I need a you,The light that shines with us,I've so believed It couldn't be without.But then I've looked And I've got foundThat I was bind and blindBlind to myself, and you..And just because of that,Know I can seeThe joy of light right from withinWithin a every you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2804588/ Some are born for lumber,Some are farmers,Others are healing, or engineering,Mothers and fathers many are, too.Long life or short ones,We all have a meaning.Some are enjoying,Many denying.Few are just watchers.Scrutinizing meaning of meanings,Stripping layer after layer,Imm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2804566/ It should be a normal day,Sunshines were embracing the view,And everything seems so vivid.But then inside, A bunch of thoughts..,Were making so much noise.I sat and listened them.They were arguing about something.I didn't quite understand them.Suddenly, one of them,Oddly sugges.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2804497/ Only when,In the epidermal depths,Humanity's vision is blurredAnd buds of love are killed,For a perpetual carnal love.Only when,Temples are banteredAnd crosses are crucifiedWhen only God desires humanity humbleness,But, soul is imprisoned in flesh As is mad man's conscience .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2804378/ This little angel is sitting in a room of glass.It doesn't fly,It doesn't know it can.This little candle is sitting next to angel's room.It doesn't burn,It doesn't know it can.This little angel falls in love with this little candle.The candle starts to burn.This little candle is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2804330/ Hey, shush, shush for a moment.I want you to meet someone.Listen!...Did you hear?…Just listen..It's the soundless sound. It's life's noise.I know you can, I know you want, but shush,Shush for a moment and listen.…Did you hear?...It's you from within. H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2804288/ ..is to lie in a dream.You can't!You're just dreaming a lie. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2803978/ Mirrors are mirroringThe wholeness of halves.Together, night and day batheThe roundness of Earth.Shakespearean questTo be or not to be,Is just one riddleNot two or for two.White and black,Are one and not otherLike poles of a magnet,So other, but one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2803974/ I've turned myself to touch The Self,Madly wanting to make It mine...Oh, that silly was the me!But deep within I've found a Child,Fatherless and Motherless it was The Child.I've searched The Eye to comfort Him,But I've fall in love on to His Heart.The Father touched the heart of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2803963/ Wondering eyes looked upAnd a twinkle of a star,Ignites the fire's heart.Through an unknown grace,Man baptized the flame.Three time, out loud it said:"What do I am?" "What do I am?""What do I am?".Next to itself, of jealousy,A stone has cracked.Out of it's rend it flies,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2803280/ I is not Adam or Eve,I is before am. Am is Adam or EveAnd am is what I is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2802961/ 'What is The Darkness?'Asks The Light.'Oh, don't worry, it's just Us when you are awake. Wake up and you'll see. 'Answers The Awareness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2802906/ Hi, I am the dream Appearing to the dreamer.Hi, I am the dreamerTo which the dream appears. Hi, I am the existenceAppearing to the one who's living.Hi, I am the one who's livingAppearing to existence. Hi,I am None of the above Appearing to All of the above.Hi,I am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2802845/ The physicist says:Variabile electric fields,Creates variabile magnetic fields,And the variable magnetic fields,Creates variabile electric fields,And so on.Atoms are dancing,Mass, charge and spin,Are names of the tango of being, Through which the tissue and blood are formed,S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2802659/ Binging on cringing,Dysphoring on feelings,Abiding in nihil,The heroes are dying.Living the youth of the olds, Prostrating ourselves to Priapus,Advancing backwards,The skin is petrifying.Striving to reverse metanoia,Gomora is back.A resurrected NoeIs building a rocket to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2802518/ What does it mean for thy will be done?Cause it seems to the me that done is already !Even when will of the me is drifting away from thy' s will,That is already included in the done of the will. Oh, I get it!Done it's a process,The process of being.Cause without you being a me, you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2802351/ Intoxicated with alchemical bliss,Under a stolen rainbow, bodies are marching.Thick branches are hiding the path,No one is making a cross out of them.The shadows are shady,The fake kings are emptyAnd there's no one there to expose.Right on the elders graves,Incestuous love of Ani.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fdminculescu/2802316/