Vandringer i duftens, kunstens, litteraturens og naturspiritualitetens verden
Nattens Dronning. Kilde: Pixabay. Nattens Dronning Nattens dronning,sort og myk,lister seg forbi min rute,maler verden mørk der ute,mørk og silkemyk. Nattens dronning,skyggers havn,dunkel fløyel i mitt sinn,vil så gjerne komme inn,ta meg i sin favn. Nattens dronning,vill og fri,former mørket i sitt bilde,hun er alle stjerners kilde,glimt av sorgenfri. B.E.K. 01.11.19
I imagine now for ages It Happened Again last Night: Love Popped the cork on itself - Splattered my brains Across the Sky. I imagine now for ages Something of Hafiz Will appear To fall like Stars. Hafiz
Laughing at the word two Only That Illumined One Who keeps Seducing the formless into form Had the charm to win my Heart. Only a Perfect One Who is always Laughing at the word Two Can make you know Of Love. Hafiz
What the hell The Real love I always keep a secret. All my words Are sung outside Her window, For when She lets me in I take a thousand oaths of silence. But, then She says, O, then God says, "What the hell, Hafiz, Why not give the whole world My Adress." Hafiz
Tired of speaking sweetly Love wants to reach out and manhandle us, Break all our teacup talk of God. If you had the courage and Could give the Beloved His choice, som nights, He would just drag you around the room By your hair, Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world That… Fortsett å lese SanseNomadens Julekalender 2019: Luke 14
The sun never says Even After All this time The sun never says to the earth, "You owe Me." Look What happens With a love like that, It lights the Whole Sky. Hafiz
And love says And love Says, "I will, I will take care of you," To everything that is Near. Hafiz
Your mother and my mother Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living In better conditions, For your mother and my mother Were friends. I know the Innkeeper In this part of the universe. Get some rest tonight, Come to my verse again tomorrow. We'll go speak to… Fortsett å lese SanseNomadens Julekalender 2019: Luke 8
The Vintage Man The Difference Between a good artist And a great one Is: The novice Will often lay down his tool Or brush Then pick up an invisible club On the mind's table And helplessly smash the easels and Jade. Whereas the vintage man No longer hurts himself or anyone And keeps on Sculpting… Fortsett å lese SanseNomadens Julekalender 2019: Luke 4
I have learned so much I Have Learned So much from God That I can no longer Call Myself A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew. The truth has shared so much of itself With me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure… Fortsett å lese SanseNomadens Julekalender 2019: Luke 1
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