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.
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.
I think every single soul have to make up their ”pilgrimage” themselves and I don’t think they shall do i because someone’s telling them to. Not even or – specially not – if some religious figure say so. That’s my opinion.
Do I sound strict? Well I am about certain things 😉
I made one tonight – attending an event – got my soul totally filled …
sounds
like flames of fire
hit my heart
… of delightful and very intense music … by …
Boban Markovic
master of the orchestra
king of Balkan
… so now I’m on my pilgrimage … my way.
Ps. Photo from 2016-09-11 and not tonight.
Carpe Diem: #1115
Buñuel’s The Milky Way; The Road To Santiago.
I am sure the Pilgrimage road is very interesting to experience. A lot of people do. I know several who made the walk. For me – I and my soul – my inner me – just need a spot with a view. A special view. Could be among rocks and cliffs by the sea or a peak in the highlands.
When I was young I could have said in a real forest too. Like the one I had around me. At that time I loved the forest but now it’s like a closed area – to me. I do need expanses.
for baby elephant
steps and tracks ahead breathe new
nutrition
while the lake welcomes raindrops
the river gushes freshly
Yes I am fascinated by the elephants – their long walks – their memories – their expressions – … maybe they do Pilgrimage too … that’s what I think …
But what if ….!? …. they are prevented … or we … from inner journeys …
Carpe Diem: #1114 Arrival
(at Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port).
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.
Testar om jag kan få ihop en nyårsvers på rim …
dags att bordet duka
och manglade servetter stuka
blomdekor i vas
och grönska i varje glasförst vi äter upp
iväg for korken med ett plupp
medan glasen höjs
de trötta ryggarna böjssedan säger vi skål
så många gånger som vi tål
och för nya året hurra
för att sedan hem igen snurra
Skrivpuff: Skriv till bilden.
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.
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
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