Imagine a special restaurant
Which only uses natural ingredients
cooks on a wood-burning stove
and the purest spring water one can find.
There you order grilled mushrooms,
grilled vegetables, paella
and baked apples. Continue reading Imagine a special restaurant
It’s easy to love –
You just need to be yourself!
The hard part, however, is to find yourself
And keep that feeling.
But with loving care
Photo is © Minkki Huldén (Welcome to her web site mytinypoems.com/.)
The Golden Age of life is NOW
Longing for or dwelling on yesterday
Is like watching life through glasses,
scratched like the surface of an ice hockey rink
just before the break.
To just live for tomorrow
is like constantly reaching for
which turns out to be crystals of ice,
melts in your hand
and pours away.
You’ll find your own gold vein,
if you manage to live NOW,
but still keep your wisdom
from yesterday and
knowing where you want to be
Photos of snow crystals, William Bentley 1902 Continue reading Ice and Gold
The time went on.
I wondered where,
so I followed it.
And I saw a lot: Continue reading The time went on
The time has come
It’s been about time for quite a while
But you can’t hide from it any more
Like when a starving cat at home
Is totally determined
To remind about itself
Or when you already get close
To the door with the little heart sign
That you’ve been dreaming about
Ever since you sat down
in your car Continue reading The time has come
I wake up in the middle of the night
The words fly towards me,
swirl around me
around a lantern
in a late summer night.
neither Jenka nor disco .
Possibly Square Dance:
I realize that to some extent
I can control the words
and their order
like the Caller:
Confused, I write
a few lines
and go back to sleep.
In the morning
I discover silver dust
on my hands.
The delicate words
have colored my fingers.
Continue reading Words are like dancing nocturnal moths
All these heads, nodding in the same pace
As the wheels hit the rails,
or the monotone sound of rail joints hitting the wheels.
I close my eyes – and get a wider picture;
I see a veeery long train
one hundred cars, or even more! Continue reading In the train – roundtrip
When did I last tell you that I love you?
A full two minutes ago?
I’m sure you know, dear Life, that
every blink of my eyes is a tribute to the beauty in life;
each time I inhale, I pay tribute to the air of life;
every heartbeat is an affirmation of life; Continue reading Love letter to Life
a straitjacket for the thought
or its wings?
The trickiest thing about
finding your way in life
is not how to use map and compass,
and it is not to run fast enough
despite small wounds and pain in the feet.
The biggest hurdle is to realise
How easy life is,
as soon as you get it
that you’re the one
who draws both your map
and your reality!