Op 3-4-2013 kreeg ik van de eigenaar te horen dat hij alle bemoeienissen beu is en Liefie volgende week gaat laten slachten om zelf op te eten. Een anticlimax. Maar goed uitgaande van het boerenleven wel een natuurlijke gang van zaken. Vergelijkbaar met een koe, varken etc. alleen voor mij, stadsmens en vega, een in eerste instantie onbekende gang van zaken. Lees verder »
Blad aan de bomen op Sint Martijn, dan zal het een strenge winter zijn.
Donkere lucht op Sint Martijn, dan zal het een zachte winter zijn.
Is de lucht op Sint Martijn helder, dan dringt de vorst in menig kelder. Lees verder »
“I cannot tell you any spiritual truth that deep within you don’t know already.
All I can do is remind you of what you have forgotten.”
Eckhart Tolle Lees verder »
Cold now.
Close to the edge. Almost
unbearable. Clouds
bunch up and boil down
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The lone tree stands
Silently
The wind howls
Endlessy
Winter has come Lees verder »
All the leaves are brown
And the sky is grey
I’ve been for a walk Lees verder »
Something, calls to me,
The trees are drawing me near, I’ve got to find out why?
Those gentle voices I hear, explain it all with a sigh. Lees verder »
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment’s gone
All my dreams Pass before my eyes with curiosity Lees verder »
The flowers are fading, the trees getting bare,
And thin frosty vapours are chilling the air,
For nature is losing her mantle of green,
And now in a rusty-brown robe may be seen. Lees verder »
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree. Lees verder »
Red, orange, yellow
Green, blue, indigo- violet
Mystic vision arcs Lees verder »
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named Night,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule —
From a wild weird clime, that lieth, sublime,
Out of Space — out of Time. Lees verder »
“For to know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of the incurious seeker.”
Samuel Beckett Lees verder »
I am not I.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
who remains calm and silent while I talk,
and forgives, gently, when I hate,
who walks where I am not,
who will remain standing when I die. Lees verder »
I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now ’tis little joy
To know I’m farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy. Lees verder »
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