three moments

(1)
out in the garden, trying to take a photo of this day lily named Siloam. hearing two birds cry, right above me. buzzards, i think. and look up. and there they are, floating in the wind, in wide, playful circles. and there i am, camera right in my hand.

(2)
at the desk, looking for a cupboard and a shelf for the cellar. opening pages, and seeing this sofa that just might fit into the living room. finding it also comes in the colour of sand, and is named - tylösand. going there, to the furniture house, to test the sand. and buying a small carpet that will match that sand, and that makes the wooden floor of the living room feel like a jetty.

(3)
in the web, browsing pages. being greated by a zen poem named the Art of Peace. and wondering how often i am just a step away from the sky, from the sand, from the peace.

The Art of Peace begins with you.
Work on yourself and your
Appointed task in the Art of Peace.
Everyone has a spirit that
Can be refined, a body that
Can be trained in some manner,
A suitable path to follow.
You are here for no other purpose than
To realize your inner divinity and
Manifest your innate enlightenment.
Foster peace in your own life and
Then apply the Art to all that you encounter.

- Morehei Ueshiba

growth

monday and this thought
that time, like plants,

grows steadily
in a combination

of expected circles and
spontaneous sprouts

- photo friday, challenge "active"

black soul cat

• acoustic :: soul
• sanity :: sleep
• mambo :: black
• session :: ended
• hound :: dog
• cat :: place
• coward :: cowgirl
• trunk :: drunk
• hold me :: tonight
• psychological :: walk

-unconscious mutterings, week 227

tranquility

a path a stone
music fading voices

floating signs that point out
the dedicated way

i climb across the wood
that forms the reiling

i take 12 steps
and breathe in

tranquility

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- photo friday, challenge: purity

sometimes

sometimes the blue sky
is waiting in

the right lower corner
just beyond

the block of the
larger view

- photo friday, challenge: "large"

5 things are waiting to be done

5 things are waiting to be done. that was a riddle a friend sent in December. and the state i seem to be in since weeks. or rather: since years. looking at to-do lists from the past months, i see that those 5 things are changing, though. which must mean that i am moving forward, right?

and looking back, it usually aren't the ones that were on top of the list that made the difference in the end. sometimes i feel, somewhere in the back of my mind there is a little neutronic net that knows very well what to do next, and what to leave waiting. only that it doesn't communicate in rational reasons to my consciousness. it communicates in whims and moods of the moment, making me feel like following follies instead of priorities.

2 more thoughts on this, or rather, quotes:

the goal i have: to never be finished - nie fertig werden.
that's what someone quoted to me years ago in Cologne, a wish for her life.

the more you do, the more you can do.
a modern day koan, sent from a san fran friend.

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and then this, stumbled upon in the web, just at the right time:

I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.

I choose to risk my significance, to live so that which came to me as seed goes on to the next as blossom, and so that which came to me as blossom goes on as fruit.

- Dawna Markova

alles lyrik

in between politics and finances
a whole feature of poetry
six pages long

starting with an editorial explanation
why this issue sees no other literal reviews
than lines in not even rhymes

adding, just in case of unknownness,
a cautious introduction into the nature of lyric:
poems aren't things, it states

poems are emotional states,
existing only while reading their lines,
neither before, nor after

ending with a soothing note
for all those who rather read novel size reviews:
those will appear in an extra-long-feature, next issue.

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