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Heart in Love – Soul is Cool

About ”wounded heart” … sounds like it is something very hurtful … I don’t think a ”wounded heart” is a big problem … and I also think it’s something more related to the young period in life … Love comes and love disappears … and comes again … love is the surface feelings … and not the deeper … don’t let you down … maybe you are sad a moment … some days … you decide … you are on your life journey … love here and there is a softer seat … on some trips …

heart in love
when blood is flooding – hot
soul is cool

… nothing more … but beware of your soul … heart is easy to lose …

easy to lose
your heart for give-aways
soul is locked

… but don’t make it easy to lose your soul!

Ps. … I have to go back later and look at my thoughts … written here … I think … maybe … perhaps … I am a little provocative … 😉

What do you think?

To be continued …. here ….

Carpe Diem #1171 Wounded heart.

Forgiveness of Sins – No Cleaning Agent!

Man kan skrubba och rengöra det mesta omkring sig … och på sig …

cleaning in time
when inside is no-go zone
unwashed souls

rengöring i tid
när insidan är no-go zon
o-tvättade själar

… men i sig är det värre.
Hur rengör man en solkig själ?

Något man borde tänka på … så fort man börjar tänka …. eller helst lite tidigare. Något man borde vara väldigt rädd om och värna. Sitt inre näste … där själen bor. Det man från början har eget ansvar för. Det som inte kan rengöras … inte med något. Inte ens i religionens namn … fast några tycks tro det.

”Syndernas förlåtelse” … bara ett påhitt … inget rengöringsmedel!

”Forgiveness of sins” … just a figment … no cleaning agent!

Skrivpuff: Rengöra.

Waterfall of Questions

I sat on the bench …. like so many other enjoying the sun … leaning my back on the Cathedral wall. Sometimes closing my eye to feel the sun in my face … even stronger … sometimes I watched people passing by … crossing the square … and I saw you …

a middle age couple
though looking older – facing
different ways

… you … the woman … covered up in clothes and veil … looking forward … eyes in walk direction … not at us … and … your man … beside … looking att us … all the way while walking … watching us … sitting on the bench … in clothes we have chosen ourselves … and with our hair free for the sun and the wind … some with boyfriends … some with girlfriends … and me just alone …

my thoughts
about your thoughts – two
patterns of life requirements

… requirement by yourself, by somebody else or by something else … like culture, religion, or what so ever …

– What were you – veiled woman – thinking? I wondered.
– What did you think about your man looking at … and so interested in us?
Maybe you thought about us as ‘hores’ … I know some do … both men and women … no that is not what I am curious about … giving other people etikettes … that’s low …
I am curious about what you really was thinking … about … our different terms of life styles … the free and the one with many requirements … and having a man obviously interested in other women …

why stand up
for a man interested in other – women
in unveiled eyes

… probably your are … not free … to talk about … what you fell and think …

Life conditions are so different!

I would never stand with a man … thinking he could tell me … how to live my life!

Never!

Daily Prompt: Pattern.

Proppfylld med Tankar

När jag vaknade idag … eller kanske precis innan … tänkte jag …

in my dreams you are real

… och sedan tänkte jag …

in reality you are a fake

… aha!
Hur ska jag tänka omkring detta då!?
Kan jag få ihop det det till en smidig haiku?

Klockan hade inte ens ringt. Jag vaknade 10 minuter för alarmet. Mitt alarm var en tanke som dök upp. Ungefär som en delfin i strömlinjehopp upp genom havsytan … som skjuten ur en kanon från djupet.

thinking about
you are real in my dreams – in reality
you are a fake

Jag älskar att skriva tankar … för att sedan titta på dem … och möjligen … förhoppningsfullt … tänka mer omkring dem … När någon lägger till sin tanke … om min tanke … är det toppen!
Jag älskar filosofi! … det har blivit ett av mina stora intressen numera … filosofi är ju proppfyllt med tankar … hur underbart är inte det!

Kommande vecka innehåller två filosofiaftnar … minst … how wonderful isn’t life!

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Daily Prompt: Möjlig.

I Djupaste Skrammel

Ett utryck fastnade efter dagens nyhetssändningar … det vill inte lämna mina tankar …

en krossad korall
vid sköldpaddans snäva sväng
i djupaste skrammel

… likt en hjord unga elefanthannar kan dra fram …. och härja i våld …
– Kan elefantbetar också skramla, tänker jag undrande …?

… ”lättkränkta unga män” … kan i alla fall …

En kommentar till ovan:
Ibland när jag skriver … fungerar det som när jag målar och ritar … då en bild vill bli till och jag är redskapet … och kan sedan läsa ut ett budskap i bilden … ibland alltså.

När jag läser versen ovan … ser jag att den innehåller … både en misslyckad integration … och en trång livspassage (förortsliv) … kanske i vilsenhet … och … eller … vanmakt … i frustration … efter misslyckanden … som leder till ett förödande …. ödesdigert skrammel …

Eller är det bara jag som är politiskt nyhetsnördig … 😉

Skrivpuff: Skramla.

A Fountain of Questions

I was in good time. Didn’t forget anything … so far … noticed … I had problem about how to dress for the journey. That’s because I travel with only handbagage and no suitcase to check in. Some things are more important than other. Like my Canon, my Mac and their need. And today also …

in your eyes
a picture of you – exposed
a jiffy childhood

… a pair of high heel boots. Bought in Budapest. My feet are very picky and it’s more difficult and much more expensive to find back home.

After some hundreds of deep quiet sighs I’m finally on the airplane … sitting beside a very handsome young man … with a great inviting smile … and wow …

trigger trembling
viewfinder fighting – target
turn on the music

… now I am in trouble … and a lot of thoughts appear … I turn on my spotify list and shut my eyes … but cannot help glancing now and then at ….

caring arms
dressed in dark charm – feelers
how thrillingly

… now my sister would smile … cause she know … I smile too … and now I think of … coming closer now … sex-gender-harassment …
I know more about harassment towards females … but what about males?

Now I will be clear … right on the point! … but mind … about this there are a lot of ‘if’s …. a whole lot of! … perhaps I should call this entry … The ‘if’ challenge?

Point: I think men’s dark hairy arms are sexy … especially dressed in ‘just enough rolled up white shirt’ … this man had very sexy arms … indeed!
I almost wanted to tell him how sexy arms he had … it was then I turned on my music in my earphones … and got a lot of questions in my mind …

… about when is it sex harassment? Can it be about arms?
If … I say to him … Nice arms you have!
If … I say to him … You have sexy arms!
If … I say to him … Wow I love your sexy arms!

… or does sex harassment has to point gender characteristics … like tits, butts, pussy, cock, dong, penis …

Think I am doing some good work here … broadening debate about men and their sex appeal … for women 😉
I think … men think … their broad shoulders are sexy – but no!

Of course one essential question is … why should I say anything to him … I didn’t of course … !!! … just thinking … wondering how he would react …. think that’s what I am curious about.

How would a man react? …. We know too little about that, I think. I would certainly have liked to talk about it with the man … talked about reactions and situations, sex and gender … without intention of any doings in that field … but that could be nice too of course …

You know … that I am … ‘writing my thinking’ … but in this case I also would like …. ‘talking my thinking’ …

sitting beside
you attractive man – music
my hide-away

Carpe Diem: #1170 fountain.

That ground – Why?

This will be …

a night without
sleep and sweet dreams
in broken feathers

… and a night for …

awakeness
with an open suitcase – empty
flash in spider web

… sadness and grieve …

butterfly blue
in crushed wings – flight
ahead

… emotional every time …

… leaving …

… that ground …

… why?

Skrivpuff: Anledning.

Stop it! – Fair Service

fountain of feelings
a hit right into heart center
children too worthy

Well that’s what happened today! I just have to write about it. I bursted out like the most powerful fountain with hundres of jets. Just saying!

I had my walk in sadness today – like always – last day here – before I go back home – there. But in less than a month I will be back in – home here – again. That’s a small kind of comfort … very small though.

you beloved
city in center of all – culture
dearest in life

Well well … a wonderful day with sun and blue sky … in a long long walk … from one end to the other and also som curves here and there … when walking towards Liberty Bridge on a very busy street …. suddenly I see a man hitting his son … I couldn’t believe it! Then he hit him again … and so hard and furious. It was a family with four children. Youngest in a troller with the mum. I went up to the dad while he was hitting his son and I shouted:

-Stop it! Stop it!

The man looked at me and turned his back and walked away. One of the younger sons looked at me with astonished and large eyes. They all sneaked away but I took time to tell the dad that it was very very bad behavior. I was so angry! No one else reacted!

After a while … still thinking about the situation … I regret I didn’t ask the hitted boy if he was ok. Probably I too had been hit if done …

children
outstanding – most precious
our future

People are often cowards and fail in situations … I have experienced that myself … once in Naples, Italy … in daylight on a busy pavement … I was robbed … he pushed me forward and at the same time hold my arm … tore off my watch … ran away … I screamed … not a soul did a thing … that feeling … I will never forget … so I don’t like Italy … but had a nice time living with Saint Bridget (Birgitta) Systers both in Rome and Naples. That was a really memorable experience living with the Sisters. (Saint Birgitta) Sorry I couldn’t find a link to the Brigida house up on the hills above Naples – with spectacular view over city and Etna.

I could have written about the wonderful fountain on Margit Island. The dancing fountain.

drops of steps
actor in bewildering jets – true
art of balance

Carpe Diem: #1170 fountain.

Checking the Length

When on my walk along The Danube today … the wind was strong … but warm … it was upwind … and I usually don’t like … upwinds … dead winds … or head-winds at all. When I go by bike I hate it.

Today I found I liked it a lot. In that new experience I wanted to stay and enjoy. So I did! I imagined the wind brought new thoughts into my head. Suddenly it did. The wind brought back a thought I often had when very young … walking home in the night … me and the stars … I remember I almost used to feel dizzy at that time … thinking about … ”am I really?” ….(=do I really exist?) … incomprehensible great … universe … earth … me …

about the everything
I can understand nothing
humbly bowing
at the same time I realize
everything emerge out of the nothing

… which leave me … with the question … ”nothing”? …

nothing is
nothing will be – once
nothing (really) was

Cannot decide about last line … with or without ‘really’ ….. HELP!

About Hafiz … I feel the poem is linked so much to a special time … of how to be … and that is not now … in our time.
I don’t believe in … wiping out … efface … oneself … and I definitely have no wish to ”be rewarded with boundless pastures and eternal rest” … I live here and now … and I will do my very best … being the best myself … as well as being humble I react … and act …

Most humble … I think …. I am with my camera and macro lens … which makes it possible for me to see even the tiniest insect feet, feelers and more. How I marvel at such wonders!

From the nature … through my Canon … right into my dear Mac … I can see … what wasn’t seen …

feet and feelers
walking the life – feeling
where is nothing?

feet and feelers
experience life – wondering
where is nothing?

Grasshopper measuring himself.
Checking the length today …

Carpe Diem: #1169 Humble.

When You go Low

How interesting Kristjaan! I think I wrote the existentialist way in my last Carpe Diem post 😉 … and my favorit in this field is Sören Kierkegaard – the Danish philosopher. He was christian though and I am not captured by any religion. He was wise, I think. About nature … he didn’t think humans were one with the nature. He thought humans relate to nature. I think like that too. And as written before … humans … every man and woman … is their actions. They are NOT their characteristics … like skin color, religion, ethnic group, ….

the naked you
dressed in camouflage
a snake in paradise

Talking about philosophy like this … you must be a sincere human … not a fake one … Fakes are not worthy talking philosophy. Fakes have lost their confidence! That’s a fact!
Honesty goes with philosophy – life philosophy – the ethical way – only way.

”Face the facts of being what you are, for that is what changes what you are.”
Soren Kierkegaard

Being ones actions … aiming the honest and true way … sometimes need apologies … apologies for behavior … cowards don’t … humans do …

Picking a piece from the poem by Rumi … I choose this one … cut a bit …

”We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat:
our victory and defeat is from …”

when you go low
I always go higher – armed with
strong ethical code

…. and to cheer it up a bit … yesterday I got a photo from one of my grandchildren … so proud … she won in chess and her dad lost … I answered I knew she would win … the smart and clever … honest way … ❤ … she is my Golden Heart ❤ …