How interesting that…
open to emptiness
for every and only varieties
a thought in time
… I can use my ‘morning popup’ as prelude here …
… and start to fill the emptiness …
because
crossings of thoughts always
fructifies
… I love crossings in every kind. Especially in ”My Holy Three” …
Crossing for thoughts
yours and mine.
Crossings in life
old and new.
Crossings in acting
dance and music.
…. so it is.
But! – Take care when crossing streets!
Daily Prompt: Crossing.
Boban Markovic
master of the orchestra
king of Balkan
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.
Every morning – my eyes open first – and then my longing after coffee and these awesome seed bread I make. Of course with goat cheese on top. No butter. Since I stopped smoking – 36 years ago – I don’t use butter on bread.
late light
a new morning twinkles for
seed bread
I confess!
My clock is nights and not early mornings.
sunburned beans
picked by blessed fingers
only mature
Mmmmm!
Now I am ready for The New Day.
a new day
with golden edges -every one
in dreams
Carpe Diem: #1113
The Pilgrimage starts — the prologue.
I’m just making it up …
the sound
of a frozen raindrop
my thought
… all the time.
© Birgitta Rudenius
I love you! ❤
so much wanted
finally on my shoulder
not heavy at all
My Butterfly Blue ❤
Man kanske skulle ta och släppa ut och iväg …
några skvalpande tankar …
sådana som inte alls är konstruktiva
egentligen bara nedbrytande
humörsänkande
och destruktiva
Varför har man sådana egentligen!?
De tar ju bara tid!
Till ingen nytta.
Kanske de tränger sig på i en vilsen tid mellan avgöranden?
För att tvinga fram beslut.
Är det så?
jag undrar
och funderar mycket på
ja just det
Rötterna i det som var … och grenarna i det som blir.
Sådana avgrunder.
Så vilset det kan bli.
Rötterna är tryggheten.
Grenarna det främmande.
Som blev skrämmande.
På en gren.
Det lilla ensamma lövet …
som faller.
Och faller.
Bort. Bort. Bort.
Lämnar …
och släpper taget
för gott.
Vad var det
egentligen jag funderade
på!?
Bara tankar som ska släppas iväg …
Skrivpuff: Släppa.
You love the mountains. I love the sea. Both love adventures in the promising horizon. Both love to be part in each other’s worlds. Togetherness in sharing. Apartness in longing.
”When the sky touches the earth there is true love” our kisses whisper to the stars.
a single star
hit by the whispering kisses
fell down
true love secured
receipt from the sky
Close together – on the savory rocky beach or in the fragrant highland meadow – there always are stars in the sky. And bridges that unite.
Sometimes I am not initially fully aware about what my thinking and words create. Seems like my inner mind – my subconscious – also is working but I don’t realize it until afterwards – like here in this post. It is so united everything. I make upp the story about he and she. With no thinking about Budapest. As no sea and no mountains. And then i fits perfect with Buda’s hilly side and Pest’s flatland. And on top of the cake – the statue 😉
It’s not the first time this happens.
“Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.” Nicholas Sparks
This piece of art on Gellert Hills shows Buda (king) and Pest (queen) uniting – Budapest.
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Carpe Diem #1112 Music For
The Royal Fireworks by Händel.
Heaven and earth. Water and sky. What else but …
twinklings
as raindrops fall from lips
touching the sky
when sliding softly
down the rainbow
… doesn’t raindrops fall from the sky? Well now! They fall from clouds, don’t they? And of course from lips. Because it is only then – they can touch the sky. And have that nice slide away …
… probably to heaven.
Or what do you think?
Carpe Diem: #1111
Oniria by Bruno Sanfilippo.
B_ live 