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Wir waren Freunde und sind uns fremd geworden. Aber das ist recht so und wir wollen’s uns nicht verhehlen und verdunkeln, – als ob wir uns dessen zu schämen hätten. Wir sind zwei Schiffe, deren jedes sein Ziel und seine Bahn hat; wir können uns wohl kreuzen und ein Fest miteinander feiern, wie wir es getan haben, – und dann lagen die braven Schiffe so ruhig in einem Hafen und in einer Sonne, daß es scheinen mochte, sie seien schon am Ziele und hätten ein Ziel gehabt. Aber dann trieb uns die allmächtige Gewalt unserer Aufgabe wieder auseinander, in verschiedene Meere und Sonnenstriche und vielleicht sehen wir uns nie wieder, – vielleicht auch sehen wir uns wohl, aber erkennen uns nicht wieder: die verschiedenen Meere und Sonnen haben uns verändert! Daß wir uns fremd werden müssen, ist das Gesetz über uns: eben dadurch sollen wir uns auch ehrwürdiger werden! Eben dadurch soll der Gedanke an unsere ehemalige Freundschaft heiliger werden! Es gibt wahrscheinlich eine ungeheure unsichtbare Kurve und Sternenbahn, in der unsere so verschiedenen Straßen und Ziele als kleine Wegstrecken einbegriffen sein mögen, – erheben wir uns zu diesem Gedanken! Aber unser Leben ist zu kurz und unsere Sehkraft zu gering, als daß wir mehr als Freunde im Sinne jener erhabenen Möglichkeit sein könnten. – Und so wollen wir an unsere Sternen-Freundschaft glauben, selbst wenn wir einander Erden-Feinde sein müßten.
Thank you Olaf. 
After hours of Qigong in the Studenthouse and a good dinner at Lai Ho in St. Kongensgade we simply had to make a mess out Langelinie and the Little Mermaid.
“This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body…”
I received this quote from an American friend living in Denmark who is a fanatic of Walt Whitman Jr. - Me too.. a fanatic of the message of life.
One of my favourite ways to pass time is book surfing the titles and contents of books wherever I find them. By coincidence I stumbled across a collection of Allan Ginsberg’s poems selected by himself. He instantly made me wonder and laugh - and I was sold to him on the spot!
Allen Ginsberg Selected Poems 1947-1995, Penguin Classics
ISBN 0141184760
Allen Ginsberg wikipedia.org
Mindfulness is the aware, balanced acceptance
of the present experience.
It isn’t more complicated than that.
It is opening to or recieving the present moment,
pleasant or unpleasant, just as it is,
without either clinging to it or rejecting it.
FEET IN THE SAND
What is sand?
Mountains and time
The ongoing meeting of
Matter and weather
Now, for the lapse of a moment
I am the king of the mountain
Standing ever so relatively still
On what’s left of forgotten giants
Enjoying the caressing warmth of the sun
Before we are washed to the sea
LAVA
A big bang and a seed was planted
An explosion followed by implosion
The first chapter of my story of creation
Took place in a volcano’s seat
So my source is liquid
Melted, melting stone in motion
Dependent on the burning fire
Not to turn into concrete
I try to keep the air channels open
I fight to keep the wood supply sufficient
I dance to enjoy the abundance
Of lust and trembling heat
YAWN AT DAWN
The sun breaks the horizon
In an overwhelming moment of light
The tiger stretches its’ body out
To wipe off the dull of the night
Prepared for whatever the day will bring
Of pleasures, of patience and fight
So soft a being
And still so tense
Aware and awake in every sense
No stress, no hurry, no worry, no strive
But ready to do
What it takes to survive
BIRD
I carry a precious bird in a cage
And the bird is carrying me
Both safe and protected by the ribs
And capable of being free
The more at home it feels within
The further it’s able to fly away
´Cause happiness makes my little bird sing
Tunes that caress what they meet on their way
And for every soul that is able to listen
The air is humming with songs from the hearts
No need to feel lonely in the midst of creation
Inside your chest
Is where freedom starts
FROM THE THROAT
Hey, hey
Here I am
Here I stand
Drinking of the wholly grail
Singing without fear to fail
From my centre reaching out
Free to cry, to scream and shout
Express anger and sorrow without being violent
Or choose to remain receptive and silent
Let my lips run over with joysparkling laughter
By oration and song praise the world as it is
My hands give wings and support, and everything’s merging
As my love for life is shared in a kiss
DIAMOND-TINGLE
The water’s surface
Clear as a mirror
Quiet and still. Then a drop breaks the spell
Rings in the water. A moment of movement
A tone as crisp as a silverbell
Mist dissolves, curtains are lifted
Clouds drift away and the moon appears
The air is so clean that I find myself listening
To transparent harp sounds and angels’ tears
The way pointed out by a star so bright
A crystal ball beam-glowing in the night
Images come, and images go
Points of views in eternity flow
ZENIT
The energy source that once said ‘be light’
Can never be grasped or defined
All I can do is try to be open
For the golden bliss of the divine
The universe, so vast and endless
Is loaded with power and light
Stars and planets, and the space between them
Float shimmering on through the night
Through a soft spot in a solid skull grace gave me
Access to this abundance of love
When connection is made and the tunnel is open
It floats steadily in from above
Note:
This was a present from a friend - what a nice present!
Le Soleil, le foyer de tendresse et de vie,
Verse l’amour brûlant à la terre ravie,
Et, quand on est couché sur la vallée, on sent
Que la terre est nubile et déborde de sang ;
Que son immense sein, soulevé par une âme,
Est d’amour comme Dieu, de chair comme la femme,
Et qu’il renferme, gros de sève et de rayons,
Le grand fourmillement de tous les embryons !
Et tout croît, et tout monte !
From Arthur Rimbaud “Soleil et Chair”
Sunshine, Happiness
Flicker and Flutter
the Breeze takes Me
Hither and Dither
I rest in the Arms of the Eternal
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