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The Street Violinist

He is a devoted street musician … and a faithful street picture … he plays his violin … sometimes only for the doves … in Budapest … area Vörösmarty square.

This photo from 4 years ago …
The Street Violinist, Budapest.This photo from today …
The Street Violinist, Budapest.

Good Feel

When I read a blog post, an article, or what so ever … I often react to something … and my brain goes spinning … with questions … or statements … or just testing different thoughts … when reading Hoods poem … one line … struck me …

so wrong
to believe desert contains
no life

… ”Or in the wide desert where no life is found” … there are so much life in the desert!

The desert is so beautiful … hard to live in … of course … in one moment so dry and looking so unfriendly … to in next moment flower in all kinds of life … so amazing …

Then I have been thinking a lot about ”the spirit of our the self consciousness” … and I found Kristjaan’s tanka so wonderful … (actually I liked it more than Hood’s) …


old barn
in the middle of the field
so desolate
a playground for the wind
deep silence of no where              (c) Chèvrefeuille


… I think … yes we are like islands … in the middle of nowhere … sometimes … we have to learn and act so we can trust ourselves … gain the self consciousness … and at the same time be aware of … that everything can be wiped out next second … we are in need for that essential … ability of … humbleness … then we earn … the silence …

a solid grain
left billions of billions
to travel
the journey of life cirkels
to meet other billions of …

… life and what it brings … wow … if you let it … the world when being young … and the world now … wow … your ‘you’ then … and your ‘you’ now … such a journey … and still are … wanting to learn more … and more … deeper and wider … from maths to philosophy … from corals in the sea to the outer universe … noticing the patterns … patterns of structure … patterns of behavior … patterns of mind …

holy three
everything’s being the spirit
life of the spiral

… my thinking … so often in my holy three … levels … body – heart – brain … and now I think of a quote by a bright lady … it’s sharp indeed …


Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, small minds discuss people.”
Eleanor Roosevelt


… I’m coming closer … the end … I’ve found my place for peace and silence … but I will not … yet … be quiet …

… though I am the kind … Susan Cain named …. ”QUIET” …

… and I like it so much … always have … though sometimes challenging … I like that too …

-What now! … have I written? I think … well … it turns out as i turns out … and I’ll handle it along the way … gaining some more self consciousness along the way … too …

Good Feeling - me

Carpe Diem Namasté The Spiritual Way
#5 self consciousness.


Street Photography - Helmet Baby

Det tycker jag – i alla fall!

Kala bergstoppar är
verkligen kala
och lite ogästvänliga
men kan ändå
vara vackra.

Kala strandklippor är
lika kala
men inbjudande
och ofta värmande
hällar för fötter
och kroppar.

Kala huvuden på män
kan vara riktigt kala
men ändå attraktiva
det tycker jag
i alla fall.

Skrivpuff: Kalt.

Me and my companion

Me and my companion

Daily prompt: Companion.
Skrivpuff: Speaking about.

I wish the sun
was my faithful
companion.

I hope health
will be my true
companion.

I know my Canon
is my cheering
companion.