Sunday, February 26, 2017
Eivør , Morning Song (Official Audio)
Last night I crawled into bed
With the darkest thoughts in my head
Could not find peace of mind
With the darkest thoughts in my head
Could not find peace of mind
The night was so long and so unkind
Morning has finally come
All my worries are undone
Wounded, but stronger than before
Morning clears the sky once more
Yesterday's pain and misery
I won't let it get a hold of me
I'm one with my sorrow, we walk hand in hand
But it's not who I am
It's not who I am
Morning has finally come
Shadows vanish in the sun
A new beginning, now I'm sure
Morning clears the sky once more
Last night I crawled into bed
With the darkest thoughts in my head
Sometimes my clouded mind holds me down
But it's not who I am
It's not who I am
Morning has finally come
All my worries are undone
Wounded, but stronger than before
Morning clears the sky once more
Morning has finally come
Shadows vanish in the sun
A new beginning, now I'm sure
Morning clears the sky once more
I don't ask for more
I don't ask for more
Morning has finally come
All my worries are undone
Wounded, but stronger than before
Morning clears the sky once more
Yesterday's pain and misery
I won't let it get a hold of me
I'm one with my sorrow, we walk hand in hand
But it's not who I am
It's not who I am
Morning has finally come
Shadows vanish in the sun
A new beginning, now I'm sure
Morning clears the sky once more
Last night I crawled into bed
With the darkest thoughts in my head
Sometimes my clouded mind holds me down
But it's not who I am
It's not who I am
Morning has finally come
All my worries are undone
Wounded, but stronger than before
Morning clears the sky once more
Morning has finally come
Shadows vanish in the sun
A new beginning, now I'm sure
Morning clears the sky once more
I don't ask for more
I don't ask for more
cycles, recycling, transformation and transcendence
all human life is a journey through purgatory, it has never been after or outside.
in the end, all what remains is essence, part vinegar and part wine distilled into spirit on a flame we do not control.
all molecules will be released by death to dance and whirl with the cosmic wind.
all is crucifixion and dance and a walk to purity, humbly or not, a narrow path
between joy and suffering, a journey we cannot plan. all what has been returns, all what will be happens now.
between cycles and recycling life has its space, blossoming and withering,
all happens within and without, all is inter-connected and inter-dependent.
nobody is outside however much we imagine to be exclusive individuals, however much we do not wish to be understood and however much we long to stay out of context: we are but emanations of another dance and cycle, we are children of stars and relatives of the earth, the sun, the moon.
this is all. nothing at all is about survival, all is about the moment, all is about consciousness, about memory and about the gift of forgetting, about letting go and keeping faith and courage, all is personal experience, all is not about giving up but about giving in, all is about "how" we are alive and dying and not about survival, not about fight, not about goals to reach and possessions to harvest and keep. we die as we are born: naked. to live naked in the present is best.
we share this, so we "can" understand each other and be kind.
no more to say.
transcendence is to see and walk, it is an experience in the present moment.
Our blood flows and flows. transformation happens all the time, we cannot escape,
death makes life precious and rich.
there is no reason for fear. or to say it another way: fear does not make sense.
all of us carry the seed of good and bad: here is our only choice.
When we start to think, we should always laugh about ourself-
laugh as the recognition of human limits. This is what makes us human and takes us out of the animal realm. we are not plants dreaming nor animals just being. we do think, but only humor wakes us
alive to humanity.
and possibly to love each other just a bit better recognizing the relatedness, the me in the other, the other in me.
end.
in the end, all what remains is essence, part vinegar and part wine distilled into spirit on a flame we do not control.
all molecules will be released by death to dance and whirl with the cosmic wind.
all is crucifixion and dance and a walk to purity, humbly or not, a narrow path
between joy and suffering, a journey we cannot plan. all what has been returns, all what will be happens now.
between cycles and recycling life has its space, blossoming and withering,
all happens within and without, all is inter-connected and inter-dependent.
nobody is outside however much we imagine to be exclusive individuals, however much we do not wish to be understood and however much we long to stay out of context: we are but emanations of another dance and cycle, we are children of stars and relatives of the earth, the sun, the moon.
this is all. nothing at all is about survival, all is about the moment, all is about consciousness, about memory and about the gift of forgetting, about letting go and keeping faith and courage, all is personal experience, all is not about giving up but about giving in, all is about "how" we are alive and dying and not about survival, not about fight, not about goals to reach and possessions to harvest and keep. we die as we are born: naked. to live naked in the present is best.
we share this, so we "can" understand each other and be kind.
no more to say.
transcendence is to see and walk, it is an experience in the present moment.
Our blood flows and flows. transformation happens all the time, we cannot escape,
death makes life precious and rich.
there is no reason for fear. or to say it another way: fear does not make sense.
all of us carry the seed of good and bad: here is our only choice.
When we start to think, we should always laugh about ourself-
laugh as the recognition of human limits. This is what makes us human and takes us out of the animal realm. we are not plants dreaming nor animals just being. we do think, but only humor wakes us
alive to humanity.
and possibly to love each other just a bit better recognizing the relatedness, the me in the other, the other in me.
end.
Vorübungen für ein Wunder, Erich Fried
Vor dem leeren Baugrund
mit geschlossenen Augen warten
bis das alte Haus
wieder dasteht und offen ist
mit geschlossenen Augen warten
bis das alte Haus
wieder dasteht und offen ist
Die stillstehende Uhr
so lange ansehen
bis der Sekundenzeiger
sich wieder bewegt
so lange ansehen
bis der Sekundenzeiger
sich wieder bewegt
An dich denken
bis die Liebe
zu dir
wieder glücklich sein darf
bis die Liebe
zu dir
wieder glücklich sein darf
Das Wiedererwecken
von Toten
ist dann
ganz einfach
von Toten
ist dann
ganz einfach
Quelle: Erich Fried "Liebesgedichte" Berlin 1995.
Ungewiß,Erich Fried
Aus dem Leben
bin ich
in die Gedichte gegangen
Aus den Gedichten
bin ich
ins Leben gegangen
Welcher Weg
wird am Ende
besser gewesen sein?
Quelle: Erich Fried "Liebesgedichte", Berlin 1995.
Eivør ,Salt (Lyric Video)
"The salt in my body
The ocean inside of me
An intoxicating tide
A current of aching"...
a letter found on the road
i cannot write today.
i should be acid, spreading black prophecies, a stray heart
howling in the empty streets, all instinct of my blood, each fibre of
of soul and body in rebellion.
so i went to see a film at cinema, Toni Erdmann, fairly good, maybe a bit better.
i laughed a bit and felt it was good to me that my children are not so cramped up and so obsessed with "success" as this daughter there. poor slave, all too human traits . a helpless father trying his best, at least he managed to give his daughter a smile,
but when is the best good enough?
from personal experience : never.
On my way home i found a letter on the road, weirdly addressed to sleeping beauty behind seven hills.
This is it:
Bureau of Internal Affairs
Rua da Boa-Fé , 7
Lisboa
Lisboa, February 27, 2017
re: matter of a lost heart
Dear Citizen!
The office of universal investigations , branch office of cosmic police, planet Alpha-Omega, has brought a matter to our attention.
We are obliged to inform you officially on charges and administrative procedures.
Some time ago you left a shirt on a hanger in your wardrobe.
In its front pocket were some cigarettes of the make 'Benson&Hedges", specified as "gold", some little marihuana and a heart which may have escaped your memory.
The owner asked on the quality of care given.
He claims to have a reason to ask.
By human rights standards a heart must be returned when surroundings are not adequate and appropriate anymore.
We would like to ask you politely your opinion on this matter.
It may have caught too much dust amongst your clothes and between forgotten thoughts and dreams, possibly too far from the fresh air of green grass, flowers, freedom , joy and courage.
Of course we regard you as quite innocent if this turns out to be just a misplacement by chance or a lack of
proper memory.
You will excuse us if we remind you that hearts need to run wild and free and that they need
warmth and tenderness, water, a space to grow and a human to be trusted and to trust.
We are aware that you are very busy with yourself, with relatives and friends, with so many matters (as all of us), with depression, with mere survival and with various procedures of difficult adaptation to a harsh and troubling life.
From our secret karma files from Alpha-Omega we know your essence. You are a kind person
on a good way, and although you suffer in the bardo with all of us, you learned to dance with light and butterflies inside.
This office is not in the habit of accusations.
We draw your awareness to possibilities of a solution
of which you will kindly inform us.
Maybe you own a garden in which you can plant the heart and give it a hand growing,
maybe you can warm it under your sheets. a heart must first of all be wanted,
and we cannot tolerate it to be left in a wardrobe awaiting further disposal and use.
Please open the door, let light come in and respond to the heart, the owner and our office.
Off record we can inform you that the owner wishes to visit as he left his heart for a reason.
Please do not hesitate to call on us for any assistance you may need in this matter.
Yours sincerely
S. Rã do Sábado
Head of Department
i should be acid, spreading black prophecies, a stray heart
howling in the empty streets, all instinct of my blood, each fibre of
of soul and body in rebellion.
so i went to see a film at cinema, Toni Erdmann, fairly good, maybe a bit better.
i laughed a bit and felt it was good to me that my children are not so cramped up and so obsessed with "success" as this daughter there. poor slave, all too human traits . a helpless father trying his best, at least he managed to give his daughter a smile,
but when is the best good enough?
from personal experience : never.
On my way home i found a letter on the road, weirdly addressed to sleeping beauty behind seven hills.
This is it:
Bureau of Internal Affairs
Rua da Boa-Fé , 7
Lisboa
Lisboa, February 27, 2017
re: matter of a lost heart
Dear Citizen!
The office of universal investigations , branch office of cosmic police, planet Alpha-Omega, has brought a matter to our attention.
We are obliged to inform you officially on charges and administrative procedures.
Some time ago you left a shirt on a hanger in your wardrobe.
In its front pocket were some cigarettes of the make 'Benson&Hedges", specified as "gold", some little marihuana and a heart which may have escaped your memory.
The owner asked on the quality of care given.
He claims to have a reason to ask.
By human rights standards a heart must be returned when surroundings are not adequate and appropriate anymore.
We would like to ask you politely your opinion on this matter.
It may have caught too much dust amongst your clothes and between forgotten thoughts and dreams, possibly too far from the fresh air of green grass, flowers, freedom , joy and courage.
Of course we regard you as quite innocent if this turns out to be just a misplacement by chance or a lack of
proper memory.
You will excuse us if we remind you that hearts need to run wild and free and that they need
warmth and tenderness, water, a space to grow and a human to be trusted and to trust.
We are aware that you are very busy with yourself, with relatives and friends, with so many matters (as all of us), with depression, with mere survival and with various procedures of difficult adaptation to a harsh and troubling life.
From our secret karma files from Alpha-Omega we know your essence. You are a kind person
on a good way, and although you suffer in the bardo with all of us, you learned to dance with light and butterflies inside.
This office is not in the habit of accusations.
We draw your awareness to possibilities of a solution
of which you will kindly inform us.
Maybe you own a garden in which you can plant the heart and give it a hand growing,
maybe you can warm it under your sheets. a heart must first of all be wanted,
and we cannot tolerate it to be left in a wardrobe awaiting further disposal and use.
Please open the door, let light come in and respond to the heart, the owner and our office.
Off record we can inform you that the owner wishes to visit as he left his heart for a reason.
Please do not hesitate to call on us for any assistance you may need in this matter.
Yours sincerely
S. Rã do Sábado
Head of Department
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