look ... and think

Advent

2011-11-27T14:49:00.001+02:00

Earth grown old, yet still so green,
Deep beneath her crust of cold
Nurses fire unfelt, unseen:
Earth grown old.

We who live are quickly told:
Millions more lie hid between
Inner swathings of her fold.
When will fire break up her screen?
When will life burst through her mould?
Earth, earth, earth, thy cold is keen.
Earth grown old.

/C. Rossetti/

des violons de l'automne

2011-11-20T22:46:00.000+02:00

Les saglots longs
Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon coeur
D'une langueur
Monotone.

Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l'heure,
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens
Et je pleure;

Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
Deçà, delà,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte

/P.Verlaine, Chanson d'Automne/

tas laiks

2011-11-19T22:41:00.002+02:00

Es laikam ļoti bēdīgs izskatos.
Varbūt, ka man Dievs citas acis dos,
Varbūt, ka man kāds citu mēli dos...
Es laikam ļoti bēdīgs izklausos.

Mans kungs, šī galva man nav vienīgā,
Man garumzīme ir uz mēles kā uz „ā”,
Un naktīs, kad es guļu, pagalvī
Uz katra mata garumzīme kā uz „ī”.

Kungs, mūžs man ir īss, un kakls man ir īss,
Un manu galvu karā nocirtīs, 
Un pašu tautu simtreiz cirtīs karš,
bet pāri man kā garumzīme garš
Iet tautas laiks, kas viņai atvēlēts.

Iet tautas laiks, kas viņai atvēlēts,
Tas laiks, ko viņa viena pati redz.
Un viss, ko Jāņu vainagos reiz vīs,
To Lielvārdē vēl jostā ierakstīs,
To Lielvārdē vēl jostā ierakstīs - 
Iet tautas laiks, kas viņai atvēlēts...

Tas laiks, ko viņa viena pati redz.

/I.Ziedonis, Tautas laiks/

18.11.2011. Happy Birthday Latvia!

2011-11-18T10:07:00.001+02:00

Pazemīgi es lūdzu – dodiet man
manu maizi ēst, ko esmu izaudzējis.

Pazemīgi es lūdzu – ļaujiet man
manu valodu lietot un savu māti neaizliegt.

Pazemīgi es lūdzu – ļaujiet man
savu zemi mīlēt un savu godu neatmest.

Pazemīgi es lūdzu – neliedziet man
savas dziesmas dziedāt un dvēseli turēt.

Pazemīgi es lūdzu – atvēliet man
brīvu vakaru bērniem un mazliet nākotnes cerību.

Pazemīgi es lūdzu – atstājet man
manus dievus; es solu, ka lūgšu tos klusi.

Tikpat klusi un pazemīgi, kā lūdzos še jums.

/M.Zālīte, Caur gadsimtiem latvieša lūgšana/

wind

2011-11-14T22:22:00.001+02:00

when I speak
my lips feel cold -
the autumn wind

/Basho/

between

2011-10-31T19:24:00.002+02:00

I will dance
The dance of dying days
And sleeping life.

I will dance
In cold, dead leaves
A bending, whirling human flame.

I will dance
As the Horned God rides
Across the skies.

I will dance
To the music of His hounds
Running, baying in chorus.

I will dance
With the ghosts of those
Gone before.

I will dance
Between the sleep of life
And the dream of death.

I will dance
On Samhain's dusky eye,
I will dance.

/Karen Bergquist, An Autumn Chant/

flower

2011-10-29T11:12:00.001+03:00

Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.

/Albert Camus/

if I were a bird

2011-10-23T01:13:00.003+03:00

Delicious autumn!

My very soul is wedded to it,

and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns...

/George Eliot/

that thing we hold closest

2011-10-17T20:51:00.002+03:00

silence
seeks the center
of every tree and rock,
that thing we hold closest -
the end of songs

/Michael McClintock, Letters in Time/

the gentle water bird

2011-10-16T23:05:00.003+03:00

In the far days, when every day was long,
Fear was upon me and the fear was strong,
Ere I had learned the recompense of song.

In the dim days I trembled, for I knew
God was above me, always frowning through,
And God was terrible and thunder-blue.

Creeds the discoloured awed my opening mind,
Perils, perplexities - what could I find? -
All the old terror waiting on mankind.

Even the gentle flowers of white and cream,
The rainbow with its treasury of dream,
Trembled because of God's ungracious scheme.

And in the night the many stars would say
Dark things unaltered in the light of day:
Fear was upon me even in my play.

There was a lake I loved in gentle rain:
One day there fell a bird, a courtly crane:
Wisely he walked, as one who knows of pain.

Gracious he was and lofty as a king:
Silent he was, and yet he seemed to sing
Always of little children and the Spring.

God? Did he know him? It was far he flew?.
God was not terrible and thunder-blue:
- It was a gentle water bird I knew.

Pity was in him for the weak and strong,
All who have suffered when the days were long
And he was deep and gentle as a song.

As a calm soldier in a cloak of grey
He did commune with me for many a day
Till the dark fear was lifted far away.

Sober-apparelled, yet he caught the glow:
Always of Heaven would he speak, and low,
And he did tell me where the wishes go.

Kinsfolk of his it was who long before
Came from the mist (and no one knows the shore)
Came with the little children to the door.

Was he less wise than those birds long ago
Who flew from God (He surely willed it so)
Bearing great happiness to all below?

Long have I learned that all his speech was true;
I cannot reason it - how far he flew -
God is not terrible nor thunder-blue.

Sometimes, when watching in the white sunshine,
Someone approaches - I can half define
All the calm beauty of that friend of mine.

Nothing of hatred will about him cling:
Silent - how silent - but his heart will sing
Always of little children and the Spring.

/John Shaw Neilson/

our path

2011-10-15T20:12:00.000+03:00

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.

/Ernest Dowson, 1867 - 1900/

mist of autumn

2011-09-21T19:37:00.000+03:00

pale sunrise
the mist of autumn
on my lips

/John Crook/

.. heather..

2011-08-16T23:13:00.000+03:00

Early morning mists on fields of heather...
Fog lying heavy like so many sleeping lambs.
Walking out upon the dew laden moors...
I find comfort in the harsh sea-flavored wind.

My eyes search in the thick gloom for an outline,
A form of one known to me...yet not,
I see the shadow of a man who takes form out of mist...
A specter, will-o-wisp...shadow of the netherworld.

This elfin prince of ages past, beckons me to tarry...
His gray-green eyes, sad and wise, speak to me in this unholy hour.
"Milady fair of skin and face...stop well this day with me...
Bowers laden with morning mist...are no match for thy beauty."

Captured in his hold I take his hand in mine...
Transported to the fairy world of ancient lore.
My guide leaves no footprints in the heathered path...
His footfalls echo hallowed halls, moss covered...and silent.

Laughing, tiny fairy sprites beckon ever onward...
Deeper into caverns dark...full of rainbow splendor.
Elfin guide and fairy friend bids my soul to slumber...
Quietly the night goes by lost in enchanted wonder.

Waking from the deepest sleep, cold and damp around me...
Cobwebs spun from angel hair, tiny weblets bind me...
Walking home through twilight moors, oh the Elfin guide I think of...
I see his figure in the mists, walking silently by the sea...
Casting heather to the shore, and singing of me.

/RavenSky, Mists of Heather/

our Light

2011-07-17T00:02:00.000+03:00

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us.

/Marianne Williamson/

so why?

2011-06-23T10:34:00.001+03:00

It is as though you have an eye
That sees all forms
But does not see itself.
This is how your mind is.
Its light penetrates everywhere
And engulfs everything,
So why does it not know itself?

/Foyan/

peace

2011-06-23T10:18:00.001+03:00

Peace is every step.
The shining red sun is my heart.
Each flower smiles with me.
How green, how fresh all that grows.
How cool the wind blows.
Peace is every step.
It turns the endless path to joy.

/Thich Nhat-Hanh/

pour faire le portrait d'un oiseau

2011-06-19T13:46:00.001+03:00

Pour faire le portrait d'un oiseau

Peindre d'abord une cage
avec une porte ouverte
peindre ensuite
quelque chose de joli
quelque chose de simple
quelque chose de beau
quelque chose d'utile
pour l'oiseau
placer ensuite la toile contre un arbre
dans un jardin
dans un bois
ou dans une forêt
se cacher derrière l'arbre
sans rien dire
sans bouger...
Parfois l'oiseau arrive vite
mais il peut aussi mettre de longues années
avant de se décider
Ne pas se décourager
attendre
attendre s'il le faut pendant des années
la vitesse ou la lenteur de l'arrivée de l'oiseau
n'ayant aucun rapport
avec la réussite du tableau
Quand l'oiseau arrive
s'il arrive
observer le plus profond silence
attendre que l'oiseau entre dans la cage
et quand il est entré
fermer doucement la porte avec le pinceau
puis
effacer un à un tous les barreaux
en ayant soin de ne toucher aucune des plumes de l'oiseau
Faire ensuite le portrait de l'arbre
en choisissant la plus belle de ses branches
pour l'oiseau
peindre aussi le vert feuillage et la fraîcheur du vent
la poussière du soleil
et le bruit des bêtes de l'herbe dans la chaleur de l'été
et puis attendre que l'oiseau se décide à chanter
Si l'oiseau ne chante pas
C'est mauvais signe
signe que le tableau est mauvais
mais s'il chante c'est bon signe
signe que vous pouvez signer
Alors vous arrachez tout doucment
une des plumes de l'oiseau
et vous écrivez votre nom dans un coin du tableau.

/Jacques Prévert/

to be free

2011-06-19T13:03:00.004+03:00

to be free

is often to be lonely

/W.H.Auden/

beautiful things

2011-06-19T12:47:00.002+03:00

Keep your faith in beautiful things:

in the sun when it is hidden,

in the Spring when it is gone

/R.R.Gibson/

thinking about it

2011-05-22T00:09:00.001+03:00

Though I think not
To think about it,
I do think about it
And shed tears
Thinking about it.

/Ryokan/

Le temps a laissié son manteau... :)

2011-05-15T13:22:00.001+03:00

Le temps a laissié son manteau

De vent, de froidure et de pluye,
Et s'est vestu de brouderie,
De soleil luyant, cler et beau.

Il n'y a beste ne oyseau,
Qu'en son jargon ne chante ou crie;
Le temps a laissié son manteau.

Rivière, fontaine et ruisseau
Portent, en livree jolie,
Gouttes d'argent d'orfaverie,
Chascun s'abille de nouveau:
Le temps a laissié son manteau.

/Charles D' Orleans/

the most important thing

2011-05-13T21:52:00.006+03:00

The most important thing is

to find out

what is the most important thing.

/Shunryu Suzuki/

The best and most beautiful things in the world

2011-04-27T20:54:00.000+03:00

The best and most beautiful things in the world
cannot be seen or even touched.
They must be felt with the heart.

/Helen Keller/

Blessings

2011-04-21T20:27:00.001+03:00

Blessings of a kind heart upon you,

Blessings of the eyes of compassion upon you,

Blessings of giving to the earth upon you,

Blessings of the wisdom of the seasons upon you,

Blessings of breathing freely upon you,

Blessings of this moment upon you.

/Jack Kornfield/

Awake!

2011-04-09T21:11:00.001+03:00

Awake, thou wintry earth -
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!

/Thomas Blackburn/

if you want...

2011-04-03T11:26:00.004+03:00

If you want to be free,
Get to know your real self.
It has no form, no appearance,
No root, no basis, no abode,
But is lively and buoyant.
It responds with versatile facility,
But its function cannot be located.
Therefore when you look for it,
You become further from it;
When you seek it,
You turn away from it all the more.

/Linji/

logi mākoņos

2011-01-27T18:22:00.004+02:00

izkaisītas miegā pēdas
debeszilas neredzētas tās
pārvērš visus sapņus ēnās
baltā krāsā uzzīmēti tie
logi mākoņos padod roku man
logi mākoņos lēnām aizveras
atlauj noticēt neļauj pazaudēt
ceļu mākoņos

kadēļ nepateikt jā

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nakts mani baltu izkrāso,

man nu prom jālido.

sniegotiem baložiem pilns

debess jums lūdzu -

man jātiek pie jums

skatos un brīnos cik daudz

elpas putnu pret debesīm trauc ...

ticiet, man šonakt iet ļauts

pārāk daudz ... pārāk daudz ...

naktī, kad zvaigžņu lietus līst

veries debesīs,

sameklē mani starp tiem -

mākoņos paslēptiem eņģeļiem,

neaizver logu tik ciet,

ja nu man nav

vairs šonakt kur iet ...

būšu tas kūstošais sniegs

plaukstās tev ...

mirkli vēl ...

mazliet tik žēl,

tevis nav klāt,

nakts mani uzrunā neparastāk,

varbūt par daudz

vaļas man ļauts,

bet gribas vēl spārnus man nesakļaut ...

/Mārtiņš Freimanis, 07.02.1977.-27.01.2011/

at this point in my life

2011-01-15T23:00:00.002+02:00

At this point in my life
I’d like to live as if only love mattered
As if redemption was in sight
As if the search to live honestly
Is all that anyone needs
No matter if you find it

You see when I’ve touched the sky
The earth’s gravity has pulled me down
But now I’ve reconciled that in this world
Birds and angels get the wings to fly
If you can believe in this heart of mine
If you can give it a try
Then I’ll reach inside and find and give you
All the sweetness that I have
At this point in my life

/At this point in my life, Tracy Chapman/

now and here

2010-12-26T00:08:00.002+02:00

In eternity there is indeed something true and sublime.

But all these times and places and occasions are now and here.

God Himself culminates in the present moment, and will never be more divine in the lapse of all the ages.

/Henry David Thoreau, Walden/

the sound of wind

2010-12-19T22:53:00.002+02:00

Winter solitude -
in a world of one color
the sound of wind

/Matsuo Basho/

Audiet mani karogā (Happy Birthday Latvia)

2010-11-19T00:01:00.003+02:00

Audiet mani karogā
Sarkanbaltisarkanā-
Tā, kā debess rīta ausmas baltās auž,
Rieti asiņainās paltis pretī glauž.
Audiet vairāk karogu, vairāk karogu, kā esam,
Lai tie nomirušo rokās staigā,
Skūpstās nedzimušo vaigā.
Lai tos viļņojot kā sarkanbaltu jūru dvēslēs nesam.
Audiet mani karogā
Sarkanbaltisarkanā -
Nezudīs nemūžam mums sarkanbaltisarkanās
mūsu tautas svētās mājas. Visi ielikuši esam tur
savu dvēseli un sapņos kājas.

/Andrejs Eglītis/

November

2010-11-04T22:41:00.000+02:00

Yea, I have looked, and seen November there;
The changeless seal of change it seemed to be,
Fair death of things that, living once, were fair;
Bright sign of loneliness too great for me,
Strange image of the dread eternity,
In whose void patience how can these have part...

William Morris, November

it's here

2010-11-04T22:29:00.002+02:00

There is music in the meadows, in the air -
Autumn is here;
Skies are gray, but hearts are mellow,
Leaves are crimson, brown, and yellow;
Pines are soughing, birches stir,
And the Gipsy trail is fresh beneath the fir.

There is rhythm in the woods, and in the fields,
Nature yields:
And the harvest voices crying,
Blend with Autumn zephyrs sighing;
Tone and color, frost and fire,
Wings the nocturne Nature plays upon her lyre.

/William Stanley Braithwaite, Lyric of Autumn/

leaves

2010-11-04T22:00:00.002+02:00

How silently they tumble down

And come to rest upon the ground

To lay a carpet, rich and rare,

Beneath the trees without a care,

Content to sleep, their work well done,

Colors gleaming in the sun.

At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.

/Elsie N. Brady, Leaves/

ce sera le soir

2010-06-15T19:30:00.001+03:00

Ce sera le soir, la même heure
du soir, les colombes
commenceront à se poser sur les branches,
quelqu’un dira, comme
l’herbe est haute, allons nous asseoir,
racontons-nous
pour passer le temps une histoire un peu folle,
celle d’un roi
qui croyait tout savoir et qui perdit
tout, quelqu’un
dira, c’en est fini des fables
tristes, oublions-les,
comme le soleil se couche lentement.

/Claude Esteban/

a world

2010-05-20T23:09:00.003+03:00

a world of dew,
and within every dewdrop
a world of struggle

/Issa/

Beautiful Magnolia

2010-05-09T15:59:00.000+03:00

Oh beautiful Magnolia, you're blossoming again.
It's early Spring and there you are like you have always been.
Your glorious Spring time beauty is wondrous to behold,
But it is such a little while until your blossoms fold.

It only seems a day or two from when you're in full bloom
That petals start to flutter down and leave me with sad gloom
The reason I feel gloomy is that just once each year
I see your gentle beauty, then wait another year.

Upon this wondrous earth of ours are many lovely things.
In spring I marveled at the sights the kind your beauty brings.
Oh beautiful magnolia, you are by Heaven blessed.
Spring time has many wonders but you're one of the best.

/William M. Wismer/

up to you

2010-05-08T23:29:00.003+03:00

Every person, all the events of your life, are there because
you have drawn them there.

What you choose to do with them is up to you.

/Richard Bach/

an answer

2010-05-04T22:57:00.003+03:00

May God give you... For every storm a rainbow, for every tear a smile, for every care a promise and a blessing in each trial. For every problem life sends, a faithful friend to share, for every sigh a sweet song and an answer for each prayer.

/Irish blessing/

first day of spring

2010-04-16T21:50:00.002+03:00

First day of spring—
I keep thinking about

the end of autumn

/M.Basho, translated by R. Hass/

Early Spring Song

2010-04-06T19:15:00.003+03:00

Quick through the gates of Fairyland

The South Wind forced his way.
'Twas his to make the Earth forget

Her grief of yesterday.
"'Tis mine," cried he, "to bring her joy!"

And on his lithesome feet
In haste he slung the snowdrop bells,
Pushed past the Fairy sentinels,

And out with laughter sweet.

Clear flames of Crocus glimmered on

The shining way he went.
He whispered to the trees strange tales

Of wondrous sweet intent,
When, suddenly, his witching voice

With timbre rich and rare,
Rang through the woodlands till it cleft
Earth's silent solitude’s, and left

A Dream of Roses there!

/Fay Inchfawn/

es ticu

2010-04-05T18:34:00.001+03:00

Pēc II pasaules kara beigām uz kādas nacistu koncentrācijas nometnes sienas tika atrasts šāds uzraksts:

Es ticu saulei arī tad, ja tā nespīd.

Es ticu mīlestībai pat tad, kad nejūtu to.

Es ticu Dievam arī tad, kad Viņš klusē.

vienīgās

2010-04-05T18:03:00.001+03:00

Jautājums:

Kuras ir vienīgās cilvēku radītās lietas debesīs?

Atbilde:

Rētas Jēzus rokās, kājās un sānā.

/E. Šillito/

in my mind

2010-02-27T00:15:00.003+02:00

In winter's cold and sparkling snow,
The garden in my mind does grow.
I look outside to blinding white,
And see my tulips blooming bright.
And over there a sweet carnation,
Softly scents my imagination.

In my mind, clematis climbs,
And morning glories do entwine.
Woodland phlox and scarlet pinks,
Replace the frost, if I just blink.
My inner eye sees past the snow.
And in my mind, my garden grows.

/Cheryl Magic-Lady, Winter Garden/

Winter Sun

2010-02-26T23:43:00.002+02:00

To light, to water,

and the flow of birds
through ancient stars.

To the wild sun of winter

startling the dark green trees:

giants of majestic silence.
To snow on roofs
and the peace of Sunday.
To quiet and certitude,
to breathing, to air.
To acceptance, to dreams.
To disclosures of the sleeping heart,
for air, for light.

/Malca Litovitz, Winter Sun/

... tikai ar sirdi...

2010-02-01T23:51:00.002+02:00

Kas mūs var šķirt no Dieva mīlestības?
Mēs to atrodam visur, kur vien ejam;

un, ja mēs to neredzam, mums ir jātic, ka tā ir klātesoša.

Skaidri saredzēt tu vari tikai ar sirdi.

Nozīmīgākās lietas ir acīm slēptas.

/A. de Sentekziperī/

in the heart of each tree

2010-01-31T22:22:00.001+02:00

Bare branches of each tree
on this chilly January morn
look so cold so forlorn.
Gray skies dip ever so low
left from yesterday's dusting of snow.
Yet in the heart of each tree
waiting for each who wait to see
new life as warm sun and breeze will blow,
like magic, unlock springs sap to flow,
buds, new leaves, then blooms will grow.

/Nelda Hartmann, January Morn/

the art of winter gardening

2010-01-27T18:44:00.003+02:00

Nature has undoubtedly mastered the art of winter gardening and even the most experienced gardener can learn from the unrestrained beauty around them.

/Vincent A. Simeone/

a riddle :)

2010-01-27T18:35:00.002+02:00

From Heaven I fall, though from earth I begin.
No lady alive can show such a skin.
I'm bright as an angel, and light as a feather,
But heavy and dark, when you squeeze me together.

Though candor and truth in my aspect I bear,
Yet many poor creatures I help to insnare.
Though so much of Heaven appears in my make,
The foulest impressions I easily take.

My parent and I produce one another,
The mother the daughter, the daughter the mother.

/James Parton, A Riddle - On Snow/

January

2010-01-21T22:50:00.001+02:00

January is here,
with eyes that keenly glow,
A frost-mailed warrior
striding a shadowy steed of snow....

/Edgar Fawcett/

it snowed and snowed

2010-01-21T22:32:00.003+02:00

It snowed and snowed, the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned...

/Boris Pasternak, Dr. Zhivago/

Little January

2010-01-21T22:21:00.003+02:00

Little January
Tapped at my door today.
And said, "Put on your winter wraps,
And come outdoors to play."
Little January
Is always full of fun;
Until the set of sun.
Little January
Will stay a month with me
And we will have such jolly times -
Just come along and see.

/Winifred C. Marshall/

Winter Uplands

2009-12-26T14:56:00.002+02:00

The frost that stings like fire upon my cheek,
The loneliness of this forsaken ground,
The long white drift upon whose powdered peak
I sit in the great silence as one bound;
The rippled sheet of snow where the wind blew
Across the open fields for miles ahead;
The far-off city towered and roofed in blue
A tender line upon the western red;
The stars that singly, then in flocks appear,
Like jets of silver from the violet dome,
So wonderful, so many and so near,
And then the golden moon to light me home—
The crunching snowshoes and the stinging air,
And silence, frost, and beauty everywhere.

/A. Lampman/

tu satiec sevi

2009-12-02T22:40:00.003+02:00

Kur vien ej

tu satiec sevi

Viss pasaulē

atdarina tevi

Dzīvē kā ūdenī

ieskaties
un uzticies

/Livingstons - http://www.livingstons.lv/

it is time

2009-11-22T23:31:00.002+02:00

Autumn is eating a leaf from my hand: we are friends.
We are picking time out of a nut, we teach it to run:
and time rushes back to its shell.

In the mirror it's Sunday,
in dreams people sleep,
the mouth tells the truth.

---

It is time.

/P. Celan/

18.11.2009. Happy Birthday Latvia..

2009-11-18T18:11:00.001+02:00

Cik labi, ka ir logi. Nenovēršama
nāk gaisma, tumsa, kura gaismu
apliecina, un gadalaiku maiņas
nāk, šis prieks par it
neko, visīstākais no priekiem.

Pa reizei atlido mēms bēdu
putns un nodzēst cer ar
savu kārno spārnu šo prieku
žuburoto, bet es zinu stiprus
vārdus. Tie aizdzen mošķus.

Un labi, ka ir rokas. Sajust,
ka prieks nav plakans. Sakņu
mezglus noglāstīt un stumbra
izvagoto seju un atbrīvot to
bērza sulā iestigušo skudru.

Cik labi, ka par cilvēku tev
izdevies ir piedzimt. Un ne par akmeni
vai zvēru. Kaut spētu iestāstīt
šo patiesību sev, kad putns atkal
klāt un stiprie vārdi noslīkuši.

Kad stiprie vārdi noslīkuši nespēkā.

/M. Čaklais/

the City tonight...

2009-11-15T22:33:00.000+02:00

the Sea tonight...

2009-11-15T22:13:00.000+02:00

Goethe - motif

2009-11-14T14:52:00.000+02:00

Tell a wise person, or else keep silent,

because the mass man will mock it right away.

I praise what is truly alive,

what longs to be burned to death.

In the calm water of the love-nights,

where you were begotten, where you have begotten,

a strange feeling comes over you,

when you see the silent candle burning.

Now you are no longer caught in the obsession with darkness,

and a desire for higher love-making sweeps you upward.

Distance does not make you falter.

Now, arriving in magic, flying,

and finally, insane for the light,

you are the butterfly and you are gone.

And so long as you haven't experienced this: to die and so to grow,

you are only a troubled guest on the dark earth.

/J.W. von Goethe, "The Holy Longing", translated by R. Bly/

A note: wanted to post this in German, but couldn't find the original. If someone has got this poem in German, could you please give it to me.. thanks :)

Nature more

2009-11-09T00:05:00.000+02:00

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where noone intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

/Lord G.G. Byron/

О, небо, небо

2009-11-08T13:20:00.000+02:00

О, небо, небо, ты мне будешь сниться!

Не может быть, чтоб ты совсем ослепло.

И день сгорел, как белая страница:

Немного дыма и немного пепла!

/О. Мандельштам/

sirds pati vien

2009-11-02T17:52:00.000+02:00

Sirds pati vien zina savas sāpes, un neviens svešinieks nevar pilnīgi iejusties tās priekos.

/Salamana pamācības/

Old Town at night

2009-11-01T19:54:00.000+02:00

J'aime etre seul

2009-10-25T16:54:00.003+02:00

J'aime etre seul à écrire des mots indémodables
J'aime etre seul à sentir que la vie est friable
Seul à compter mes moutons et mes jours innombrables
Seul à rever que les mots s'effacent pas sur le sable

J'aime etre seul, mais etre seul avec toi

/M. Lavoine/

ļaujat sapnim vaļu

2009-10-25T16:37:00.001+02:00

Sapni nepeļat! Sapnis ir visu labdaris: sapnī i aklais redz, i kurlais dzird, i sērdzīgais ir vesels. Tikai viena vaina - sapnis nav dzīve.

Bet ļaujat sapnim vaļu - viņš ir pašu dzīvi pārvērtīs un padarīs to labu.

/Rainis/

distances qui ne nous séparent pas

2009-10-19T21:06:00.001+03:00

Parle-moi de tes silences - avec ta bouche et tes bras
Entre dans la danse et danse avec moi
Parle-moi de ces distances qui ne nous séparent pas
Dis-moi que l'amour ne s'arrête pas

/M. Lavoine/

this existence

2009-09-16T17:43:00.000+03:00

This existence of ours is as transient as Autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is a flash of lightning in the sky, rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain.

/Buddha/

vientulība

2009-09-05T12:44:00.000+03:00

Būt cilvēcīgam nozīmē būt vientuļam. Tomēr būt cilvēcīgam nozīmē arī atbildēt. Cilvēcīga persona vienmēr ir atbildējusi uz savām sāpēm.

Reizēm vientulība ir palīdzējusi mums būt atvērtākiem pret Dievu un cilvēkiem, būt atvērtākiem pilnīgai dzīvei, bet reizēm tā mūs ir novedusi pie lēciena no tilta, pie dzīves beigām; reizēm tā mums ir atklājusi debesu maliņu, reizēm rādījusi elles atblāzmu; reizēm tā ir veidojusi cilvēka garu, reizēm salauzusi to; bet ietekmējusi tā ir vienmēr. Jo vientulība ir viena no dziļākajām un pamatīgākajām pieredzēm, kādas mums var būt.

Pat ja tu esi relatīvi laimīgs cilvēks, kurš ar citiem viegli atrod kopēju valodu un kuram ir daudz tuvu draugu, reizi pa reizei arī tu izjūti vientulību.

Ja tu esi jūtīgs cilvēks, kurš pārdzīvo dziļi sevī, tu, iespējams, zināmā mērā vientuļš esi visu laiku.

/R. Rolheizers/

pļauja

2009-09-05T12:43:00.000+03:00

Laime reiz nāks pati savā laikā; jo bēdas šeit ir visu laiku. Tad mēs ejam uz lauka novākt ražu, jo tādai dzīvei ir jābūt.

Sirpis ir liktenis, roka, kas to tur, ir mūsu, un kaut reizi mēs būsim uzvarētāji.

Šeit mēs nopļausim bēdas un tur sāpes, sasiesim tās un padarīsim par saviem vergiem.

Tā ir jauka diena, un pasaule ir brīnišķīga, un dzīve ir varonīga – par to mēs vēlāk domāsim garajās ziemas naktīs.

/K. Makleods/

cross / burn

2009-08-29T12:21:00.000+03:00

The hardest thing in life is to know which bridge to cross and which to burn

/D. Russell/

look ... and think

Advent

des violons de l'automne

tas laiks

18.11.2011. Happy Birthday Latvia!

wind

between

flower

if I were a bird

that thing we hold closest

the gentle water bird

our path

mist of autumn

.. heather..

our Light

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us.

so why?

peace

pour faire le portrait d'un oiseau

to be free

beautiful things

thinking about it

Le temps a laissié son manteau... :)

the most important thing

The best and most beautiful things in the world

Blessings

Awake!

if you want...

logi mākoņos

at this point in my life

now and here

the sound of wind

Audiet mani karogā (Happy Birthday Latvia)

November

it's here

leaves

ce sera le soir

a world

Beautiful Magnolia

up to you

an answer

first day of spring

Early Spring Song

es ticu

vienīgās

in my mind

Winter Sun

... tikai ar sirdi...

in the heart of each tree

the art of winter gardening

a riddle :)

January

it snowed and snowed

Little January

Winter Uplands

tu satiec sevi

it is time

18.11.2009. Happy Birthday Latvia..

the City tonight...

the Sea tonight...

Goethe - motif

Nature more

О, небо, небо

sirds pati vien

Old Town at night

J'aime etre seul

ļaujat sapnim vaļu

distances qui ne nous séparent pas

this existence

vientulība

pļauja

cross / burn

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us.