Dr. Ryznar Zygmunt website

Special English version (extracted from full Polish-English version)

jeśli nie wiesz o co chodzi, to chodzi o to ..
     (public domain - pro publico bono)
to Women of my family: Ludmiła, Edytta,
Monika, Milena  for being who they are

You look at your house and see ... almost nothing.

You arrive. Sometimes you look around for a place for a wet umbrella or a hat, for example. Like a robot, you pass through doors and rooms before settling in your favorite armchair. You think nothing changes. But the „nothing” is not the same anymore—even the moments could change it.Your wife’s (husband’s) thoughts, emotions, and moods have changed since the morning you said good bye going to workplace. Your memory now—after hours of problems at work—holds a flat image, and you have enough... Meanwhile, in a pot with hardened soil, a flower you gave your wife (for her birthday) labours to sprout a new stem, and on a window sill, a small bird with a yellow beak lands, his playful hops could make you smile... Spring... Spring has arrived and will leave quickly. This is how season after season passes. It is time to experience small fleeting joys... Inside this house, rooms of repose, wonder, and questions demanding answers await. Trade a nap in your armchair for a stroll through rooms of poetry, prose, and reflection on all that is indefinite, happiness for instance, but exists and affects us.

This web-site contains author's text and readings (poetry, prose, alternative medicine, existential philosophy and psychology) mainly dedicated to topics: how to be happy and healthy and how to prolong life. Read, enjoy of BEING! I wish you well on your journey to a better life.

"Now is the time to think of only one thing. That which I was born for."
(Ernest Hemingway - "The Old Man and The Sea")




   HAPPINESS    (un)reachable aim open
   LIFE AGAINST DEATH    battlefield for everybody  open
   HUMAN BEING who we are and how to be authentic open
   LITERATURE:poetry-prose my selected poems   open
   BALCONY VIEW      ( moon and sunset)   open
   GREENHOUSE    ( flowers )   open
   BIRDS   open
   SILENCE    PLACE   open
   COMPUTER    ROOM   open
   Science Fiction



Site HOME OF LIFE is not limited to interpretation of such common terms as "happiness" and "passing". It is not a blog or a forum of social groups such as Facebook and ClassMates. Its content does not include any political and ideological issues.
It is primarily an attempt to present the essentials of life through the arts (mainly painting), literature (especially poetry), existential philosophy, natural medicine, and anything that can be considered important for the survival and selfdevelopment.
I think that could be classified as a "social communication" consisting of sharing with others such "things" as knowledge, experiences, intuition and expectations encountered in life.
My aim was to ensure that the site has become a universal compendium focused deliberately on the issue of "all essential" for each human being.

Taking these issues requires a psychological openess, and throwing of themselves a "lid" formed by the environment.
Reaching to oneself is a prerequisite for recognition of the truth about yourself and to control yourself.

The truth about himself should be clean of the following myths and illusions
"tribal" - (derived from the fact that the human resides in population, which imposes often irrational and strange attitude towards the world)
civilization - (education, culture and traditions require us to set out the views and attitudes)
"theater" - (we take for reality is what is contained in words and in the displayed view of the world).
Finding the self requires getting rid of what is foreign, and it can also be achieved by emotion caused by art and therefore we are serving paintings and poetry in this site. "Cleansed" by art you can see and feel more, absorb and assimilate knowledge from it that fits your personality.

"We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make our world." (Buddha)
"Remember to be cautious with your thoughts and your words; they are the tools of creation. Remember cause and effect. Remember there is nothing more important than love." (Mary Sparrowdancer - "The Love Song of The Universe")
"Our destiny changes with our thought; we shall become what we wish to become, do what we wish to do,when our habitual thought corresponds with our desire." (Orison S. Marder)
"The most erroneous stories are those we think we know best ." (Stephen Jay Gould)
Probably nothing in the world arouses more false hopes.
"Reflection shows that in our lives much of our suffering is caused not by external causes but by such internal events as the arising of disturbing emotions. The best antidote to this disruption is enhancing our ability to handle these emotions."

Selected items  (enter & click-on) :

Home, home again.
I like to be here
when I can.
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones
beside the fire. (PinkFloyd - Dark Side of the Moon)
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock... (Bob Dylan-Knockin´on heaven´s door)

I threw my arms about those shoulders,
glancing at what emerged behind that back,
and saw a chair pushed slightly forward,
merging now with the lighted wall.
The lamp glared too bright to show
the shabby furniture to some advantage,
and that is why sofa of brown leather
shone a sort of yellow in a corner.
         The table looked bare, the parquet glossy,
the stove quite dark, and in a dusty frame
a landscape did not stir. Only the sideboard
seemed to me to have some animation.
But a moth flitted round the room,
causing my arrested glance to shift;
and if at any time a ghost had lived here,
he now was gone, abandoning this house.

  • I think, therefore I am           
  • I feel, therefore I am
  • I love, therefore I am

in the house ordinary people
fluttering like butterflies
afraid to lose
the light
in this gallery of things
called life
(Edytta Ryznar-Wojnar)

"Lying in me, as though it were a white
Stone in the depths of a well, is one
Memory that I cannot, will not, fight:
It is happiness, and it is pain.

(Anna Achmatova )
This is a dark house, very big.
I made it myself,
Cell by cell from a quiet corner

(Sylvia Plath)
"Lying in me, as though it were a white
Stone in the depths of a well, is one
Memory that I cannot, will not, fight:
It is happiness, and it is pain.

(Anna Achmatova)
"age is no crime
but the shame
of a deliberately
wasted life
among so many
deliberately wasted lives

(Charles Bukowski)
I went back in the alley
And I opened up my doors
All her clothes was gone
She wasn't home no more
I pulled back the covers
I made down the bed
A Whole lot of room
Was the only thing I had

( Langston Hughes )
The roof and the walls of our house are intended to keep out the hurricane of our life; the foundation is meant to afford support and to exclude acid damp of environment; doors, chimneys, windows, drains - fullfilled with its own internal atmoshere - are directed towards the comfort and health of the dwellers.
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority - Obtrude no more.
(Emily Dickinson)

There are two crucial -contradictive to each other- states of life:
  • happiness - the most desired state of life
    you could not simply take but have to work out.
  • death - the final inevitable event
    An aging is a result of a number of pathological changes that are somewhat controllable.


"I lived first in a little house,
    And lived there very well--
I thought the world was small and round,
    And made of pale blue shell.

I lived next in a little nest,
   Nor needed any other,
I thought the world was made of straw,
   And nestled by my mother.

One day I flattered from my nest
    To see what could I find
I said the world is made of leaves,
    I have been very blind.

At length I flew beyond the tree,
    Quite fit for grown-up labours;
I don't know how the world is made,
    And neither do my neighbours."

    (Poem: "a bird's thoughts")

We dream to create a self.
Ever wonder why you dream?
You need to.
It isn’t a question of why.
You absolutely have to.
Nearly all the mammals except two classes dream. [cetacea - the whales, and the dolphins+echidna]

We must deal with the conflicts and resistance
we face in our lives as we attempt to make sense of the world, and learn to put up with our material demands, our addictions, our ups and downs, successes and failures. For many of us on the spiritual path, the great work gets trapped here—we live and die never realizing that other phases of transformation are even possible. In other words, we get fooled by our appetites.
     transformations bring matter into feeling:
  • island—the movement to self-identity
  • birth—the movement from dream to reality
  • wave—the movement from wave to feeling
  • blood—the movement of the trickster
  • curve of life—the movement toward balance
  • menses—the movement of sexual energy
  • observation—the movement of the universe
  • purity—the movement from self to soul
  • structure of love—the movement of life
(Fred Alan Wolf)

There are three ways of learning what are metasymbols: happiness, love ...
  • to know all about something
  • to know something about all
  • to know something about something

Photo of YannABetrand
Find your the best place in this rather unfriendly world

"The truth is like a life. Everybody has its own one."

Gibran Kahlil - ON CHILDREN
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you,
yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love
but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward
nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark
upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable

    A Song
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
the handkerchief could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
Though it could be, of course,
the other way around.
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish we were in my car,
and you'd shift the gear.
we'd find ourselves elsewhere,
on an unknown shore.
Or else we'd repair
To where we've been before.
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish I knew no astronomy
when stars appear,
when the moon skims the water
that sighs and shifts in its slumber.
I wish it were still a quarter
to dial your number.
I wish you were here, dear,
in this hemisphere,
as I sit on the porch
sipping a beer.
It's evening, the sun is setting;
boys shout and gulls are crying.
What's the point of forgetting
If it's followed by dying?
( Joseph Brodsky )

  year 3333 (SF)

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