Samstag, März 30, 2002

 

Wie wahr...

posted by nadia 9:04 AM

Sonntag, März 24, 2002

 

Erwachet?
Könnte es vielleicht viel zweckmäßiger sein, unsere Wachträume zu träumen - ununterbrochen?
Was ist, wenn wir nur im Traum fähig sind, das Wesentliche zu sehen, zu fühlen?
Was ist, wenn wir nur im Traum/Wachtraum/Trance das vollkommene Kanal für das Fließen der Lebensenergien sind?...

Trees
by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the Earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray.

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

posted by nadia 12:29 PM