Street Photo

The Top of Hearts

Yes I do! Honestly! And I will – I’m sure. Like to reach that amazing mountain top. Covered with your hesitance. That hesitance I don’t know why it exist. Have you been hurt? Are you shy? I don’t picture you as week. But what do I know! Nothing…

striving to reach
wanting so much – to get closer
your heart

… I just live out my feelings … my curiosity … about you …for now … that mountain top to climb …

… to reach your heart.

And kissing you … on the top of the world.

For ever!

Yes you! …. you know …

Carpe Diem: #1149 Imagine Fuji Yama.

The Way you Live

Well well well … I don’t know what to say about this story! First I thought:

-Why all this about God and religion!? That’s not interesting at all! Just boring!

the way you live
your life will tell about your need
for penitence

Interesting is life and life philosophy! No need for a God!
It shouldn’t be … in the time we live …

I probably sound harsh and tough talking about religion … so destructive, suppressing and inhibitory to people. I’m sorry – I’m not humble in this issue 🙂

Blue Photo - Make a Wish in Igloo, Lund Sweden

Carpe Diem: #1127 penitence.

Make a Wish – Hang it in Tree

On the City Center square – called ”Stortorget” – an igloo was placed. With pink inviting light. Pink iPhoto - Igloo, Lund Sweden

The purpose was …

a piece of paper
to place some wishes – odd
dangling in trees

… let people write a wish on a paper and then hang it on a tree inside. Well what to say about this!

Pink iPhoto - Make a Wish in Igloo, Lund Sweden

Make a Wish – Hang it in Tree – Then WHAT!?

If it had been something for children I could think about it as creative. Now I only find it ridiculous and nothing the community should take time for or spend money on. Better to make the transport service to work for our old ones – thinking about yesterday.

Blue Photo - Igloo, Lund Sweden

Daily Prompt: Invitation.

In Contact

I love a blue sky and I love the sun. But not to sun bathe. On a beach. Not at all any more! I like to bathe in salt sea and I like to walk along the shore. And everywhere else. To explore the macro and micro world.

sunny sky
most tender balm for bodies
yours close to mine
both dressed in nature
the cosy bay style

In first read my tanka perhaps doesn’t give the impression of having with growth to do. But it is meant to. It’s harder – with lots of struggle – to grow by oneself – it’s possible of course. But so much easier to grow together with others …. I think.

in contact
like seed and raindrops
we grow deeper

Finally ….

…. I hope for a blue sky tomorrow.

Street Photo - Sunbathing

Carpe Diem: #1121 Growth.

But …

I float my days around
like a sputnik in its space
watching the crowd.
Beyond and between.
Now and then.
But …
Always present
in the time.

Street Photo - Eye Cheers

Daily Prompt: Float.

Pain Lane

omen
when sore chafe pilgrimage
path to pain lane

I noticed I first wrote ‘Pane Lane’ in the headline. When it should be ‘Pain Lane’. Found it amusing actually – Path to Pane Lane ….
‘Paine Lane’ … *sigh* … English …

Carpe Diem: #1117 First steps to Santiago.

Blue Photo - Made in Crisis

A Filed Memory

A haiku

at last the end
when a year leaves behind
a filed memory

A tanka …

at last the end
when a year leaves behind
a filed memory
fluttering away in the wind
like butterflies

Carpe Diem: Universal Jane #10 New Year’s Day.

Blue Photo - Piano in the Street

Det blir som det blir

Lilla Klara satt i sitt kök. Hon höll till mest i köket numera. Ville inte bemöda sig med att värma rummet och elda i kakelugnen. Eller orkade hon inte. Hon funderade inte så mycket på det. Inte nu längre.

-Det blir som det blir, tänker hon i var och varannan tanke.

Lilla Klara sitter för det mesta ensam i sitt kök. Barnen hör sällan – ja nästan aldrig – av sig numera. Och barnbarnen har sitt. Ganska länge försökte Klara hålla kontakterna levande. Både före hon blev ensam och länge efter.

Hon kom till och med ihåg namnsdagar och skickade ofta kort och brev. Själv fick hon inga. Inga samtal heller.

Det snöar ute ser hon och tänker:

-Det blir som det blir.

Det behöver ändå inte skottas till brevlådan.

Skrivpuff: Klara satt i sitt kök.

There got to be Music

What would we do without music? And those special artistic musicians!? Musicians handling their instruments like they were their ”love of life” and every tone produced as if it was a touch in a love act. Sometimes in tenderly softness and sometimes hot-tempered rapture. I love artistry on that high level. All kinds of artistry. Musicians with their instruments, singers and their voices, dancers and their feet, painters and their brushes, actors on their scen ….

flowing tunes
created on highest level release
strings in love

There got to be music!

Daily Prompt: Festive.

Happy Holiday

-Hur många firar jul tro? tänkte jag precis nu när jag skulle börja inlägget och så tar det en helt annan vändning.

-Egentligen alltså!? Det som handlar om Jesus födelse. Vet folk att Jesus egentligen inte alls föddes i december utan någon gång i mars tror jag?

Det är ju väldigt många som firar jul – precis som om det var firande av presenter som ska delas ut. Eller en gran det ska dansas runt. För inte firar man själva tomten i alla fall. Han kommer, lämnar presenter och går snällt iväg. Säkert med en lättnadens suck. Och – Det är nog vanligare med gran än en krubba i hemmen, eller?
Tänk, jag kanske har helt fel! Bara jag får veta det i så fall.

jul som i hjul
med snurr i en farlig fart
i detta nu

Handeln kan ju fira ordentligt. Årets höjdpunkt över hela världen skulle jag tro. Jag var väldigt förvånad över all juluppståndelse i Dubai och Abu Dhabi när vi bodde där på 80-talet.