Juninatten

Nu går solen knappast ner,

 bländar bara av sitt sken.

 Skymningsbård blir gryningstimme

varken tidigt eller sen.

Insjön håller kvällens ljus

glidande på vattenspegeln

eller vacklande på vågor

som långt innan de ha mörknat

spegla morgonsolens lågor.

Juni natt blir aldrig av,

liknar mest en daggig dag.

Slöjlikt lyfter sig dess skymning

och bärs bort på ljusa hav.

Av Harry Martinson

Lesson of Time

When a bird is alive.. It eats Ants.

When the bird is dead.. Ants eat the bird.

Time & Circumstances can change at any time.

Don´t devalue or hurt anyone in life.

You may be powerful today. But remember.

Time is more powerful than you ! 

One tree makes a million match sticks...

Only one match stick needed to burn a million trees...

So be good and do good.

Live for the moment

Eventually all the pieces fall into place.

Until then, laugh at the confusion, live for the moment and know that everything

happens for a reason...

Life

" When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life.

When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I wrote down -happy-

They told me I didn´t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn`t understand life. "

                                         John Lennon 

There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves

 

" I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love i perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter.

We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls ; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.

For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves. "


- James Kavanaugh
 ( There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves )

This is for me

 This is for the breaths I have yet to take,

for the memories I have yet to unfold,

for dreams I have yet to discover

This for the struggles I faced in the past,

to which I will part ways with comradeship

for they gave bruises to my knees and made me realize

that falling down does not mean it`s the end

This is for my passions and strength,

seemingly lost beneath the shadows of myself

This is for the sunshine in my laughter,

the constellations in my eyes,

the flowers beneath my skin,

and the moon in my heart

This is for me

This is for who I was

This is for who I can be

This is for who I `ve become

This is for who I want to be

not who you want me to be

                                                          (NJ.)

 
                

Att the crossroads

You have wandered through history

from the beginning to the end.

You have seen humans increase in number,

and witnessed how they exploit nature

with better and better tools 

in search of greather riches.

Today we stand at the crossroads,

at the brink of what the earth can tolerate.

The road to the future

passes through your daily life.

The easy road passes through the

valley of short-sighted abudance.

The other road through reflection

and resposibility.

It´s your choice.

Magic Words ( An Inuit Poem )

                                                                              Bild: Internet

In the very earliest time, when both people and animals lived on earth,

a person could become an animal if he wanted to and an animal could become a human being.

Sometimes they were people and sometimes animals and there was no difference.

All spoke the same language. That was the time when words were like magic.

The human mind had mysterious powers. A word spoken by chance might have strange

consequences. It would suddenly come alive and what people wanted to happen could happen.

All you had to do was say it.

Nobody could explain this: That´s the way it was.

Die hohen Tannen atmen heiser...

...im Winterschnee, und bauschiger
schmiegt sich sein Glanz um alle Reiser.
Die weißen Wege werden leiser,
die trauten Stuben lauschiger.

Da singt die Uhr, die Kinder zittern:
Im grünen Ofen kracht ein Scheit
und stürzt in lichten Lohgewittern, -
und draußen wächst im Flockenflittern
der weiße Tag zur Ewigkeit.

Rainer Maria Rilke

We are...

 " We are all wanderers on this earth

our hearts are full of wonder and our souls

are deep with dreams . "