一閃に時の旅人舞ひ降りて陽だまりの光の子とあそぶ
a flash ...
a time traveler alights
on the bench,
playing with photons
in the sunny spot
※ About the photograph, I took this at the foot of Mt. Chokai in October.
写真は10月下旬に鳥海山の麓で撮りました。
©2018Rika Inami稲美 里佳
a flash ...
a time traveler alights
on the bench,
playing with photons
in the sunny spot
※ About the photograph, I took this at the foot of Mt. Chokai in October.
写真は10月下旬に鳥海山の麓で撮りました。
©2018Rika Inami稲美 里佳
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travelling through illusion
shaking the heavy weight
eons and universes
light from light
manifesting the one
travelling through illusion
shaking the heavy weight
eons and universes
light from light
manifesting the one
©Miriam Strauss
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Give thanks
For the new dawning
Life is full of wonders
Let yourself be free
For the new dawning
Life is full of wonders
Let yourself be free
©Robert Patterson
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The light that traveled so far from the Sun
Shines
Makes our surroundings Glow
©Aparajita Ojha
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<<On a poet’s Tuesday bench>>
one day we’ll share
another experience
in another time
©Hannes Froehlich
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The light that traveled so far from the Sun
Shines
Makes our surroundings Glow
©jim my
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Belli i colori delle foglie intorno alla panchina e il raggio di sole che fa brillare il legno ! Un incanto del Cielo sulla Terra a volte accade
©Maria Fiorella Borrini
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Sitting
on the bench
Time rewound
Happy and sad moments
All flashed in memory....
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Sitting
on the bench
Time rewound
Happy and sad moments
All flashed in memory....
©Aparajita Ojha
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<<On a poet’s Tuesday bench>>
I’d just made my way downhill and rested on the bench at the foot of the mountain. I breathed slowly in and out, in and out … to calm down and recreate both soul and body.
„May I take place on this bench too?“,
a warm and gentle voice asked. As I opened my eyes an elder man seemed to step right out of the sunlight. After a slight bow he sat down beside me. We didn’t change many words but on the other hand we shared our silence and I don’t know how our thoughts. As he‘d got up again and thanked me for this time together I asked:
„Will we meet again? And what’s your name?“ – „What’s a name?“,
he replied,
„you’ll know me when we meet again, won’t you?“.
A little bit frightened I realized that he didn’t move his lips. He passed away into the bright light of fall and I heard his voice:
one day we’ll share
another experience
in another time
©Hannes Froehlich
