Månad: mars 2017

That ground – Why?

This will be …

a night without
sleep and sweet dreams
in broken feathers

… and a night for …

awakeness
with an open suitcase – empty
flash in spider web

… sadness and grieve …

butterfly blue
in crushed wings – flight
ahead

… emotional every time …

… leaving …

… that ground …

… why?

Crazy Art by me - Thinking about All My Rooms in Mind.

Skrivpuff: Anledning.


Stop it! – Fair Service

fountain of feelings
a hit right into heart center
children too worthy

Well that’s what happened today! I just have to write about it. I bursted out like the most powerful fountain with hundres of jets. Just saying!

I had my walk in sadness today – like always – last day here – before I go back home – there. But in less than a month I will be back in – home here – again. That’s a small kind of comfort … very small though.

you beloved
city in center of all – culture
dearest in life

Well well … a wonderful day with sun and blue sky … in a long long walk … from one end to the other and also som curves here and there … when walking towards Liberty Bridge on a very busy street …. suddenly I see a man hitting his son … I couldn’t believe it! Then he hit him again … and so hard and furious. It was a family with four children. Youngest in a troller with the mum. I went up to the dad while he was hitting his son and I shouted:

-Stop it! Stop it!

The man looked at me and turned his back and walked away. One of the younger sons looked at me with astonished and large eyes. They all sneaked away but I took time to tell the dad that it was very very bad behavior. I was so angry! No one else reacted!

After a while … still thinking about the situation … I regret I didn’t ask the hitted boy if he was ok. Probably I too had been hit if done …

children
outstanding – most precious
our future

People are often cowards and fail in situations … I have experienced that myself … once in Naples, Italy … in daylight on a busy pavement … I was robbed … he pushed me forward and at the same time hold my arm … tore off my watch … ran away … I screamed … not a soul did a thing … that feeling … I will never forget … so I don’t like Italy … but had a nice time living with Saint Bridget (Birgitta) Systers both in Rome and Naples. That was a really memorable experience living with the Sisters. (Saint Birgitta) Sorry I couldn’t find a link to the Brigida house up on the hills above Naples – with spectacular view over city and Etna.

I could have written about the wonderful fountain on Margit Island. The dancing fountain.

drops of steps
actor in bewildering jets – true
art of balance

BR

Carpe Diem: #1170 fountain.


Checking the Length

When on my walk along The Danube today … the wind was strong … but warm … it was upwind … and I usually don’t like … upwinds … dead winds … or head-winds at all. When I go by bike I hate it.

Today I found I liked it a lot. In that new experience I wanted to stay and enjoy. So I did! I imagined the wind brought new thoughts into my head. Suddenly it did. The wind brought back a thought I often had when very young … walking home in the night … me and the stars … I remember I almost used to feel dizzy at that time … thinking about … ”am I really?” ….(=do I really exist?) … incomprehensible great … universe … earth … me …

about the everything
I can understand nothing
humbly bowing
at the same time I realize
everything emerge out of the nothing

… which leave me … with the question … ”nothing”? …

nothing is
nothing will be – once
nothing (really) was

Cannot decide about last line … with or without ‘really’ ….. HELP!

About Hafiz … I feel the poem is linked so much to a special time … of how to be … and that is not now … in our time.
I don’t believe in … wiping out … efface … oneself … and I definitely have no wish to ”be rewarded with boundless pastures and eternal rest” … I live here and now … and I will do my very best … being the best myself … as well as being humble I react … and act …

Most humble … I think …. I am with my camera and macro lens … which makes it possible for me to see even the tiniest insect feet, feelers and more. How I marvel at such wonders!

From the nature … through my Canon … right into my dear Mac … I can see … what wasn’t seen …

feet and feelers
walking the life – feeling
where is nothing?

feet and feelers
experience life – wondering
where is nothing?

Grasshopper measuring himself.
Checking the length today

Carpe Diem: #1169 Humble.