me

I wonder

I also wonder a lot – just like – Rodriguez.

I wonder
what will I be after this life
in renewal
I would like a blue butterfly
or a forget me not

Daily Prompt: Renewal.

Rodriguez in Africa.

Atmosphere for Emptiness

empty mornings
empty answers
only
but hustled into the atmosphere
for emptiness

The Echo of Emptiness:

Loving to Love

Pling pling. While sitting on the tram to #BizetCarmen tonight I thought about you. I remember your last words and a poem popped up in my head. You said:

-See you next time!

While our eyes made connection to each other’s heart – this very second – I answered the same words. And you know! Next time is Friday. Soon we’ll meet again!

a step to
lips wet by a dream
the thrilling inside body longing
for our next dance
‘loving to love’

Carpe Diem: #1110
Winter Breath by Adrian von Ziegler.

“Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.” Jalaluddin Rumi

Renewal is Revival after Pillage

There is such mess in our world! The worst made by human hands. Worst because somebody made a choice of pillage. There are always humans to blame in this case. Well of course the nature itself also creates disasters. But not by a choice … I think – with my kind of knowledge … so far. I’m fascinated by the power of nature. Very much. And by contrasts … as you already know. The good and bad – pillage …. so to say.

stumps and splinters
chipped and left by nature forces
sad pillage
a desert of disaster might prosper
if invaded by energy of origin

Daily Prompt: Pillage.

“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.” Albert Einstein

Breath of Winds

Another evening with Bach music and contemporary dance at MÜPA. Dream Keeper. I was so lucky to meet some very interesting people. Both before the performance and in the paus. I almost felt high on my way home later. Don’t read ”almost”.

hidden scent
in the early dew wet grass
breath of winds
her eyelids tremble invite
comforted by thousand kisses

Carpe Diem: #1109
Siddharta’s Journey by Guy Sweens.

Stormy Waves

He was a sailor. She was in love. A dreamer collecting shells on the esoteric beach.

some words
brought by fins vivid whirls
such mystery
served on the abandoned shore
by a promising shell

The wooden boardwalk became her life.

Some day
she will find that special shell.
When the sky is blue
and the wind is softening,
the dolphin thought.

Some day she stumbled on a broken board.

pale dunes
and grands of sand verify
a fallen veil
awakening for all senses
some break through

At last stormy waves brought the board out into the deep sea.
As they brought her love back.

Carpe Diem: #1108 Promise.

Promise

Seems like promises is all about problems. But only if the deepest meaning is different between the two making promises. Once I experienced there is such difference. The value of the word differs. Between people.

enjoying
in this lilac present now
my promise

Some engaged listening and some honest talking will do good, I think.

forever – red
roses – and ever will never last
until now

The most important promise to make is the promise to yourself, I think.

I promise
by all my heart – be true to
my values

And so I will … for now … of tomorrow we know nothing …
… nothing at all …

a sour cherry
maybe nothing – maybe another
tree

…. and I’m going on thinking ….

Carpe Diem: #1108 Promise.

Out on Reconnaissance

I turned in on Váci utca and the first thing I thought was:

-I would like to walk here just now with my mother.

… feeling how very much I really would like it … I’m sure she would too. Maybe she walked along my side. In another kind of world. Some kind of world where all the spirits exist. Spirits like ‘minds of senses’ or ‘senses of minds’ or perhaps ‘minds before – now after’ or ‘minds before and after’. I think I like the last one best.

In a way I think everything done and said – heard and experienced – always will be. And never will be gone. Never. Waves of voices will never die. They will be less obvious and harder and harder to catch. But never obliterated.

-How exciting it would be to catch what Jesus really said, I have said to myself.

I look upon Jesus as a good person with a great kind of life philosophy. Not at all any God’s son! I would like to know more about what Thomas wrote about Jesus. His real words so to say.

-Sometime science will be able to find out how to catch ancient sound waves, I’m sure.

Interesting people fascinate me a lot. And I mean a lot! I like deep thoughts about life, living and our place in universe.

Some days ago I heard that intelligent people don’t want a lot of friends. Studies had been made that said:
People with fewer friends are more intelligent than people with a lot of friends.
I have been thinking about this.
Is it really true?

-I must found out … off I go to surf the net and what do I find …?

The study Abstract – The Washington Post about ”Why smart people are better off with fewer friends” – brightside.me about this – …

Interesting!

”Any fool can know. The point is to understand.” Albert Einstein

Power of Act by me.

Budapest – Retreat in my Heart

Finding myself in the place.
Perfectly right space.
After testing so many ways.

At last peace in my mind.
This gem so happy to find.
No longer lost and blind.

Life gets a new fresh start.
I’m thankful to be so smart.
Budapest – retreat – in my heart.

The Chain Bridge over Danube – between Pest and Buda – and Buda Castle.

Daily Prompt: Retreat.

Bortom Poesin

Man skulle kunna önska att man kunde skriva poesi lika elegant som en fjällbäck tar sig fram i landskapet. Kanske kan man lära sig?
Varför kunde inta jag komma på att jag ”legat vaken hela natten och känt om hjärtat sitter kvar”? (Lars Winnebäck)
Jag ligger förstås inte vaken hela natten. Oftast sitter jag uppe och ”jobbar” halva. Resten och lite till sover jag gott.
Kanske ska man tänka ut ett tema först. LW hade ju soldat, vapen och krig som tema i sin ”Ingen soldat”.