my kiss
a step forward your heart
I thought
my kiss
a step forward your heart
I thought
tender steps
and feelers chained to the seat
in nature love
I am sure the Pilgrimage road is very interesting to experience. A lot of people do. I know several who made the walk. For me – I and my soul – my inner me – just need a spot with a view. A special view. Could be among rocks and cliffs by the sea or a peak in the highlands.
When I was young I could have said in a real forest too. Like the one I had around me. At that time I loved the forest but now it’s like a closed area – to me. I do need expanses.
for baby elephant
steps and tracks ahead breathe new
nutrition
while the lake welcomes raindrops
the river gushes freshly
Yes I am fascinated by the elephants – their long walks – their memories – their expressions – … maybe they do Pilgrimage too … that’s what I think …
But what if ….!? …. they are prevented … or we … from inner journeys …
Carpe Diem: #1114 Arrival
(at Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port).
When thinking about … or discussing … or viewing …. different points/subjects …. I always seek for different perspectives and find it exciting with the question:
-But what if …..!?
So what about Interior? Will I take the perspective from outside or insida? Will I take the perspective about things, furniture in a room? Or will I take a challenge to view thoughts – in my mind – a kind of inner soul – from outside or inside?
what if
the interior is outside
your heart
It’s always about different points of views.
Acting
and Emotions in a kind of
Reality
Making choices …
Perhaps this is a kind of interior the abstract emotional way … ?
in a state of
needs and emotions
by reason
And showing my interior just now the reality way … and more minimalistic 😉
Daily Prompt: Interior.
Inspired …
I saw you too
sky high above the horizon
the golden pen of haiku
… by … One Day at Haiku out of Africa.
Årets första egna natt ville bli upplevd. Fullt ut. Det gick varken att muta eller diskutera. Alla i det utvalda rummet skulle vara vakna. Vad man hittade på var inte viktigast bara att man var vaken.
Det ena försöket lyssnade på P1 och hoppades att natten skulle tröttna. Ett annat försök bytte till P2 och klassisk musik.
Natten var lika pigg och klarvaken. Ett nytt försök räknade timmar och minuter. Inga dimslöjor flöt in. Natten var på sin vakt. Tredje försöket var alltså varken gillt eller framgångsrikt.
Ingen idé tydligen. De samlade försöken gjorde gemensam sak och beslöt en ny väg.
en puff
och balettens bruna scen intages
för pennfattning
Utmaningen härmed fullbordad medan en fantastisk föreställning visas på CLASSICA. Med både favoritkoreograf och favoritdirigent. Vilka dansare! Suck!
Vilken Natt!
Skrivpuff: Bruna.