memories passing by ….
memories passing by. in my mind. like. birds. seeking warmer pastures. for a cold winter. coming.
Author: elephanttribe
Passing through its opposite …. (Soren Kierkegaard)
It belongs to the imperfection of everything human that man can only attain his desire by passing through its opposite.
– Soren Kierkegaard
As I sit quiet on the land I listen to the silence that it sits in …. (Joseph White Wolf)
As I sit quiet on the land I listen to the silence that it sits in… A few birds talking back and forth about how the silence will soon bring the rain and from the great blessing of the rain comes easy pickings from the worms… Got me to thinking about what the worms must be going through when the rains come knowing that they are sitting ducks towards dinner for their bird friends… When a worm hears a bird singing to they take shelter and hide like when a war plane flys over… Do even the birds know that their singing voice makes scarce the dinner menu… Perhaps they only speak when their bellies are full… Hummmmm… Oh how wonderful our animal friends and teachers are yet I wonder what they think of us humans… Dear friends take a moment sitting quiet in nature and open up to what is living around you and start to see things with your ears and listen close with your eyes… maybe and just maybe you might sit still quiet enough to have nature come to you asking who in the world you are… Blessings are found free within nature… Thanks creator we love you…
by Joseph white wolf…
Life has its own hidden forces … (Soren Kierkegaard)
Life has its own hidden forces which you can only discover by living.
– Soren Kierkegaard
Everything can be had so dirt Cheap … (Soren Kierkegaard)
Not just in commerce but in the world of ideas too our age is putting on a veritable clearance sale. Everything can be had so dirt cheap that one begins to wonder whether in the end anyone will want to make a bid.
– Soren Kierkegaard
Patience is necessary (Soren Kierkegaard)
Patience is necessary, and one cannot reap immediately where one has sown.
– Soren Kierkegaard
When We Met (Poem)
by Henrik
When we met
early in the morning
sun rising along the river
a mystical place
transcendent scenery
you
me
and the woman
offering to wash your clothes
colors engulfing our souls
bathing ourselves in the water
together
silently sharing a mystical energy
you forever transformed
and touched my soul
without any words
we departed
as one
Pleasure … (Soren Kierkegaard)
Most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste that they hurry past it.
– Soren Kierkegaard
Yoga Is (Poem)
by Henrik
Yoga is
the way to transcending love
peace within you
journeying thru time and space
making it and you
one and the same
suspended in time
one with the universe
Darkness and light suspended
all merely love and forgiveness
Boredom is the root of all evil (Soren Kierkegaard)
Boredom is the root of all evil – the despairing refusal to be oneself.
– Soren Kierkegaard