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

it’s easier.

 

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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
beautiful jewels,
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
tomorrow.

 

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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
like moths
around a lantern
in a late summer night.

Disordered dance,
neither Jenka nor disco .

Possibly Square Dance:
I realize that to some extent
I can control the words
and their order
like the Caller:
Allemande Left;
Heads Promenade!

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 →