I saw you. In cyber. I wanted you! So very much. Said it was perfect and that you looked so smart. You answered. You looked upon me with younger eyes. Didn’t see me as ‘ an old woman’. In a way you are right. My soul is young and so is my heart. But! My years are my treasure chest. I want every single to be counted up to date. I like my age. Actually I love my age. It’s just so perfect for me!
So is you!
black and white
in it’s most gorgeous perfect way
queen of life
I cannot wait …. I know you will arrive in a few days …
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
a desert of disaster might prosper
if invaded by energy of origin
“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
It can never be a mistake
when different cultures meet,
Something new is to be born
fertilizing the future,
We can all benefit from this
if we are openminded
and know our human inner self,
I turn to happiness when I realize and learnt something new about myself. Something that will make me better and more skilled in a way.
I just had such a moment.
Thanks to a photographer in a group I’m a member.
This was about cropping photos. At the same time it was a much bigger issue.
I know I am contrasts – ….
At the same time as I tend to stick to rules I also hate rules and snub them. It depends on what it is about – mostly.
In my head there are rules about how you are towards other people. Very very important rules. If people brake these ”rules” I react. Misbehavior towards children are worst! That’s about moral.
I’m very good at ”thinking out of the box”. I just cannot follow food recipes or knitting patterns – I just have to do it my own way. In my creativity I brake rules all the time.
Yet I discovered I didn’t when cropping photos! I was sticking to 2×3 3×2 3×4 and 4×3. Ups!
Nobody can tell me what to do – I must realize myself and I myself must want to – but I’m listening and watching very carefully, sometimes asking … then … always my way rules.
Thanks to JB!
Ps. Perhaps I should set up some rules for me to follow … ha ha …
I am a tourist in a world. In a giant Universe. On a little spot on Earth. On my journey I visit some other places to broaden my mind and experience the foreign.
Tiny places in the giant space.
I am a tourist in one kind of a world.
I really am.
Sometimes I am on another journey. I am touristing the string world. A world with no borders but lots of floating crossings. A world for experiencing the nonexistent.
And it is so exciting.
I am and I am not.
My last trip will come sooner or later. The final destination is unknown and my ticket is open.
This tour is the end and I die.
The tourist took off.
Hon skapade alltid osäkerhet.
Hon upplevdes som ett hot.
Stämningen i rummet förändrades
så snart hon visade sig.
Påhoppen hade minskat
De bet inte på henne.
Men frustrationen tycktes öka.
Hon deltog aldrig i skvallret.
Hon deltog inte med förtal.
Hon var aldrig en del av
den gängse normen.
Den låga arbetsmoralen.
Hon verkade utanför
med dess etiska brister.
Tyst i sin inre styrka.
var hon alltid öppen
med distinkt integritet
vilket både irriterade
i viss enskild tysthet.
Hon vek aldrig ifrån
sina inre ideal
från sin plats
på ett metaplan.