in a sense
it’s all about – exploring
feelings
Skrivpuff: Sinnena.
Such Pleasure
How nice to read this post by Kristjaan in Carpe Diem. He told about feelings being close to nature. This is immensely important. But I think … not everyone know how to do … or even that it is an option. How sad! What about young people nowadays. Will they find – in their smartphones – what our generation finds in nature? Allow me to doubt!
searching the lost
most important of all – call
for nature
Today I had a day of pleasure. I was really in good mood. Went to the Thermal Bath. No turists only Hungarians …. and me. Not crowdy like in Szechenyi. Outdoors under the sky. 38° Oh how I enjoyed! Floating, swimming, doing some exercises … just for my wellbeing.
And then …. these water jets!!!! My back got a deep make over. Hard and strong – every knot inside disappeared. I shut my eyes. Me and the water in this mesmerizing jet. When I hold out my hands … palms upwards … to catch the yets … I felt as … they played piano with my fingers. Feeling my fingers to be the keys. It was amazing. I let myself be played … for a long time … and where were I with my mind … in that room I like so much.
I noticed people studied me but I didn’t bother. Was I standing out? I wondered.
such pleasure
connection to origin – habitat
water – loving life
These two I wrote after – on my way home – when sitting in the city center park -watching people – resting for a while – with so much peace in mind …
exhausted
after pleasure – living
above all
It took a long time … living … to find this balance … I nowadays feel … for my body … in my soul … in my life.
I think … I have definitely reached the best level … for living my life. I’m so happy and thankful.
And I think I am worth it because I have been working very hard on all levels … in life …. society … at work … … you name it!
Now is *After Work* – and I love it! Seize the day & Be live.
… pleasure in life …
Carpe Diem Namasté, the Spiritual Way #4
keepers of the earth.
My Heart
Openminded Critics
Full Bodied Souls
”Change rooms in your mind for a day.” by Hafez.
Like an eagle I focused and this was the line I saw … that went straight to my mind. How exciting to change rooms in my mind, I think. And we do all of us nowadays. I sometimes definitely too much! But I can handle it today. Because I have my rooms where the calm, peace and relaxation are balm for my soul.
in the running flood
I find my coconut flake – always
balm for my soul
These rooms I visit frequently. But today I went out exploring. Wanted to find that newly renovated thermal bath. I found it and made an appointment for tomorrow. Then I will explore new rooms in my mind I’m sure.
leaving the safe
entering the far away – to sway
being delighted
in welcoming warm arms
you topped my flight
That unique feeling … between two humans … close and far … different and similar … more that unites than divides … unique in every cell … of feelings … and in each mind.
new planets in mind
serving finest wine – fruity
perfect for full bodied souls
Thinking about wine as love. Sipping it slow and easy. Getting a bit dizzy. Taking off and emptiness filled up with mighty hemispheres.
Now you think I am drinking wine from a wild glass … wrong … only my cup of tea just now … but we’ll never know about …. later … but sooner is nicer …
Cheers … now taking off to a room in my mind …
Thinking about All My Rooms in My Mind.
Carpe Diem: #1166 Night Flower.
Why Hesitate
Imagine
imagine that
inner core erupting – surrounding
that surrounded – everything
Inspired by Navigation by Lize Bard.
Cats 1st March
I’m smiling – thinking of GP to choose ‘cat’ as prompt when March starts. The yelling soon to start too.
Cats are not very common in Budapest – not seen very much. But I have a cat café close. Very nice! Sometimes I need to pat a cat or dog. Miss so much to not have my own nowadays. It’s just impossible the way I live.
cats amusing
dancing around corners
nine lives
I’m sitting and thinking about cats … and at the same time …watching a ballet at classica.de on TV. Beautiful bodies, agile and supple as cats.
How beautiful the natural is!
Also when old I think. How sad when people change their bodies. Really sad.
Once I wanted to change my nose. Thought it was so big. That was as teenager. When a boy liked me – and I didn’t like him – I turned my profile towards him because I thought with such a nose he cannot like me anymore.
With my first salary I planned to have a surgery. Luckily that didn’t happen. I grew into my nose and now I like it.
Talking about cats …I’m very specific about the nose … It must be orange framed dark 😉
Me and my Jeppe.
Skrivpuff: Katt.
Rose Spoke Poetry
roses of dreams
not only for buzzing bees
for me too
… popped up in my head on the way between Carpe Diem and B_ live. Now I see how wonderful that sounds. ”Seize the day & Be live”. Well, I was both live and alive in my lively head. No emptiness there.
But however I would very much like to praise emptiness. I find it a strong ‘existence’ – life philosophically. Also like ‘a must’ to reflect about.
I have some favorite words. One is ‘beyond’ and the others sound better in Swedish than in English – sorry for that. I even founded up a new – I think – English word to suit what I wanted to express. Favorit nr one is ‘annorlunda’ and in English it would be different or otherwise but they are absolutely to simple!!!! ‘Differwisely’ would be much better. I love ‘differwisely’ people! Have always done. They are fascinating and exciting. They have great and exciting minds. I get so curious. Watching from a distance or I involve. Depends on …
Why did I end up in my pearly words? …. searching for the thread … ah emptiness … I think ‘differwisely’ people sometimes/often feel emptiness … about the outside world … from the lack of understanding surrounding them. Never inside their minds. Some of them doesn’t bother at all. Some are just lost in our world.
people as poetry
when lines telling the story
about roses and thorns
When living in the Emirates I got to know a lot of people. Some Persian. One was a tennis player and he liked my way of swimming and wanted me to teach him to swim and he offered to teach me tennis. Another one was a film maker. He wanted me to see his film … I was so innocent and a naiv Swedish young woman at that time. I’m glad I got me out from that situation. I’m not stupid thanks … who should I thank when I have no god? My parents and my upbringings of course!
like a film
some in vivid colors – some black
with no roses
At that time I hadn’t discovered poetry.
Ha ha … now I remembered the surfer in Abu Dhabi … that was really a funny story … my son had to call for me … I disappeared out in the Arabian Sea … which Persians of course call Persian sea.
gems of sand
singing poetry – in sea
a rose listens
Don’t buy me red roses!
If roses – just
Rose roses.
My son out teaching his dad how to surf.
My daughters in Persian Sea.
Carpe Diem: #1165 Roses.
B_ live 