HI!
I am still having a break and am travelling. It’s really good for me to take time out and experience new things! I read a lot of books and walk a lot. I just love people watching. It would be nice to get to know more people in the travels though. Mostly it’s quick chats and then we part ways. Still lovely!
Annica
HI!
I’ve always loved Bollywood movies. Lately I’ve had to reevalue that. I went to see Mrs Khanna, Blue and All the best the fun begins. Mrs Khanna at least had some warmth. But where was the dancing and the big families?! I really missed that. Then it was time for Blue and the other one. These are the worst films I’ve seen. They have no heart. Hardly any dancing. Horribly rude and obnoxious baby-mind men and sleezy camera work. Bad taste. Bring the back some lovely films please
Annica
I enter the grounds of different place.
With rubble, leaves, branches on the ground - a mess.
Snakes everywhere, insects.
And people of all mindsets.
No teacher here. Not here.
I pack. I go.
I enter the grounds of the temple.
Deserted. Spotless. Even the birds don’t sing.
No dancing leaves.
I watch, wait. All that is here is emptiness.
Desolate.
Something will happen. I sit down.
Nothing happens.
My dear friend gave me this mantra. I’ve had a read about it on the internet, but I am not much wiser. Still even if I don’t understand, the words feel nice to say.
Annica
Hi!
Does it work to do meditation? What good does it do? Well, having recently done mystic rose meditation, dynamic and kundalini for nine days and then stopped doing any meditation for about a week, I can assure you that it works. Starting again yesterday with the no mind meditation and dynamic meditation today, I feel so much more clarity and not as overwhelmed with the news and changes that I am facing. Need a poem to cheer up your day? Check my silly ones in this blog!
Annica
A poem Today’s storm rages across continents
Flying foxes blacken skies
A grass seed sprouting
Annica
More looking looking
Who knows what birds think of
A whiff of fire
He showed up in black
Turned red then purple and green
Ghost man, clown and mad man. Yes
Finally just me and the noisy bird
The wind chasing time
He’s even disappeared now
I thank the gods of my ancestors
for giving me the sky today
Not angry gods, but busy feasting - somewhere rather
The essence of my stagnant impressions
Of what they are up to out there in the busy lane
Makes me none the wiser
How do they find time to work he asks
In Byron that is
They probably don’t, that’s true
So much to do and try - say why
Byron is, simply is the way it is
I am but a simple silly fool of a person
Stubling my way around the globe
Forgetting what day it is
and discovering that the computer thinks it’s morning when it’s afternoon
We are all hippocrates to various degrees
Something inside longing for what’s right and true
Making a difference, the way we know how
When we are little
we want to make it big
When we are big
we want to be small
No kidding
The new forest sound
An owl with hick ups
Misty moonlight
Grey and mountain shade
Icy winds and chill
Tiger snake sleeping
This heart will stop one day
Not now - one moment
Dawn and magpies waking
Am I here wandering
It’s cold, totally freezing
One hundred shades of mosses
A yellow box
Wattle, push button and pling
Anything there - still nothing
The years fly by
Like fairy wrens of the shrub
An apple a day
Palm prong
The sun is crossing lines
Curled over, passing
So many flying dogs
The smelly ones
Not one soul by the pool
Eat now or later
Want this, don’t want that
Having it too good are we
Looking for this or that
Searching and sifting through layers
of what has been kept
When so much has been lost
on endless journeys
Who speaks in that wind
The crow, the crow - always the crow
Gone now, waiting
So lucky this moonlit night
Not a sound or a soul around
Can you hear me
Waiting, hoping and postponing
Immediacy, magic
Who took that bite off that gum leave
Feng Shuei cat waving
Cheery gold and red
Beyond - something completely different
Mountains to be climbed
An easy task unless it rains
Does it rain less and less
Counting dragonflies
Metallic colours
Only this day
Very seldom in society I see
But always in nature
A wealth of perfection
Dogs shake well
Ears flapping loudly
Sound of music
Step by step, this journey, this life we have
Of growing up, growing old
Then it’s all over - gone. How strange
In Swedish:
Haiku på svenska:
Vi yrar här
Och väntar
En myra och jag
Sitter i snickarboa
Och täljer
På självförtroendet
Tänk att det flyter
Under ytan
På isen
Nu väsnas dom
Lorakiterna
Konkurrens!
Idag är jag tackam
Imorgon kanske jag nästan
Sliter ut håret
Stora hotande moln
Lorakiterna överröstar brandkåren
Hjulen snurrar baklänges
Så många valmöjligheter
Och här sitter man bara
När solen går ner
Jag strosar tills jag finner en myr
Dimma och skört gräs
Dagg under mina bara fötter