thoughts

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.

Så det kan bli

Man kanske skulle ta och släppa ut och iväg …
några skvalpande tankar …

sådana som inte alls är konstruktiva
egentligen bara nedbrytande
humörsänkande
och destruktiva

Varför har man sådana egentligen!?
De tar ju bara tid!
Till ingen nytta.

Kanske de tränger sig på i en vilsen tid mellan avgöranden?
För att tvinga fram beslut.
Är det så?

jag undrar
och funderar mycket på
ja just det

Rötterna i det som var … och grenarna i det som blir.
Sådana avgrunder.
Så vilset det kan bli.
Rötterna är tryggheten.
Grenarna det främmande.
Som blev skrämmande.

På en gren.
Det lilla ensamma lövet …
som faller.
Och faller.
Bort. Bort. Bort.

Lämnar …
och släpper taget
för gott.

Vad var det
egentligen jag funderade
på!?

Bara tankar som ska släppas iväg …

Skrivpuff: Släppa.

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.

What else but

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?

Blue Cleared Minds

Carpe Diem: #1111
Oniria by Bruno Sanfilippo.

I wonder

I also wonder a lot – just like – Rodriguez.

I wonder
what will I be after this life
in renewal
I would like a blue butterfly
or a forget me not

Daily Prompt: Renewal.

Rodriguez in Africa.

https://youtu.be/e70oln-7evM

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

Breath of Winds

Another evening with Bach music and contemporary dance at MÜPA. Dream Keeper. I was so lucky to meet some very interesting people. Both before the performance and in the paus. I almost felt high on my way home later. Don’t read ”almost”.

hidden scent
in the early dew wet grass
breath of winds
her eyelids tremble invite
comforted by thousand kisses

Carpe Diem: #1109
Siddharta’s Journey by Guy Sweens.

Stormy Waves

He was a sailor. She was in love. A dreamer collecting shells on the esoteric beach.

some words
brought by fins vivid whirls
such mystery
served on the abandoned shore
by a promising shell

The wooden boardwalk became her life.

Some day
she will find that special shell.
When the sky is blue
and the wind is softening,
the dolphin thought.

Some day she stumbled on a broken board.

pale dunes
and grands of sand verify
a fallen veil
awakening for all senses
some break through

At last stormy waves brought the board out into the deep sea.
As they brought her love back.

Carpe Diem: #1108 Promise.

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.