Leben berührt – Gedichte und Geschichten
Mitgefühl schönste Gabe sehen und verstehen für eine gesunde Gesellschaft entscheidend
Compassion to sense most beautiful gift for a healthy society essential weiterführende Gedanken von Dorothee Sölle zum Thema Mitgefühl hier klicken
When I dream about our future when I 'm lost in thoughts with you I see us walking through the pasture underneath the sky of blue I see the sheep and how they’re grazing no worries there of what will be nothing of a time that's racing only peace and harmony When I dream about our future when I'm lost in thoughts with you I wish the time would pass much faster and my dreams - they would come true
even without the blue sky - a dream!
Not that I remember a summer in November It never had a chance But with the global warming November gets quite charming when the leaves are falling it joins the autum dance
Breakfast in bed was never said so we headed for the table that was more stable There was for all a guilt ridden pleasure of the morning call Jams and honig and cafe quite strong a table laden so long with croissants ,beurre and all things nice embarassing to say we all returned twice!
we polished it all off 😂
wish you a nice Sunday breakfast
A little wooden baby boar just came off an English moor It seems to be quite scared of me I 'm not, what it was looking for 🙁 Anyway - it will be fine with all the other woods in line I‘ll nail them all on the wall as a knotty art design 😀
I love my beautiful baby in the morning light her pureness and loveliness a gorgeous woman and sight I love her smile and her amazing ways and all the wisdom that she says lips and eyes to make me sigh bosom like the mountain peak sky high best is no lie come to me, beautiful baby
Text: the student
I sit around in absolut space light dancing here with perfect grace the morning chill of sences to the fore my baby in situ softly speaking more gentle sunlight bright so early isolation a brief reflection never surly
the student
She sleeps at midnight
without a care in the world
refined and unconfined
with all the noughts and crosses
of the worlds unjust losses
She dreams at dawn
with her arms outstreched wide
until her eyes open
and the lines are spoken
of the unfairness that surrounds
all journeys abound
out at the point
She slumbers in the morning
with her thoughts in her head
unabashed and tormented
but a level head full of senses
of what is right and fair
to offer an outreached hand to care
the student
Like a buttercup
cupped in my arms
like a delicate piece of string
entwined next to me
The warmth of a bosom
breathing so slow
silence and peace
pervades throughout
Holding her close
eyes adrift
embrace and behold
that morning gift
the student
A love so pure
is strange
to a mature
and sophisticated world
too innocent
to one who is up to all the dodges
too magical
for daily lifes banality
too deep
that it could be understood
a love so pure
is rare
but despite all doubts
that flooded my heart
it simply happend
to me
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