haibun

Ett Vingslag

Varför befinner man (läs jag) sig så ofta vid livspunkter för beslut. Idag när jag kom hem från rundan kunde jag inte bestämma om jag skulle bada eller vänta tills i morgon.

-Hinner jag rulla håret och få det torrt i morgon? var frågan.

-Birgitta! så knäppt du nu tänker. Har du inte fattat att tiden är nu när du gör precis som du vill!
-Vad vill du egentligen?
-Där ser du så lätt det är!

ett vingslag
och framtiden närmar sig
en liten bit
när en fjäder sakta faller
sorgset utan framtid

-Det är mycket svårare när det handlar om bloggen. När den där märkliga drivkraften börjar verka. Den som vill göra om. Förändra. Testa. Den är svårare att styra – för att inte säga omöjlig – än mig själv …

Köpte en massa nya penslar idag. Testade och gjorde flera versioner av ‘Nature-in-Love’.

ett fågelstreck
tvärs över regnbågen
fylls igen

Till slut vill jag bara säga att …

en lya
i kulturens hjärta mer värt
än bil

… och kostar mycket mindre i längden … I know.

Ps. Känner just nu för att skriva haibun – lite fritt skrivande om tankar med haiku eller som här både en tanka och en haiku insprängt.

Skrivpuff: Bit -> Bil.

Ett utsnitt av ‘Nature in Love’ …

New Nutrition

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).

bw_20130812_elephants

But what if …!?

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.

Vilken Natt!

Årets första egna natt ville bli upplevd. Fullt ut. Det gick varken att muta eller diskutera. Alla i det utvalda rummet skulle vara vakna. Vad man hittade på var inte viktigast bara att man var vaken.
Det ena försöket lyssnade på P1 och hoppades att natten skulle tröttna. Ett annat försök bytte till P2 och klassisk musik.
Natten var lika pigg och klarvaken. Ett nytt försök räknade timmar och minuter. Inga dimslöjor flöt in. Natten var på sin vakt. Tredje försöket var alltså varken gillt eller framgångsrikt.
Ingen idé tydligen. De samlade försöken gjorde gemensam sak och beslöt en ny väg.

en puff
och balettens bruna scen intages
för pennfattning

Utmaningen härmed fullbordad medan en fantastisk föreställning visas på CLASSICA. Med både favoritkoreograf och favoritdirigent. Vilka dansare! Suck!

Vilken Natt!

Skrivpuff: Bruna.

I confess

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

My Cup of Coffee!

Carpe Diem: #1113
The Pilgrimage starts — the prologue.

Boban Markovic

When my spine crawled out of my body …

extra extra
ordinary tones of culture
breathless

Boban Markovic – I love you … and your trumpet! ❤

… see you 3 January 2017 in Budapest … ❤ … 2017 …

Bridges that Unite

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.

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

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.