As I finished reading this, I turned to look out the window as a raven appeared. First having landed in a distant tree and then flying towards me... landing on a branch in a nearby maple. It nodded three times. The act more like a nudging of one's young from the nest - encouraging - than it was like a show of approval or a bow.
Then, he took off (it strikes me as being male). Not back to the walnut tree, northwest, from where he came with intent. But exiting, mildly, in a southwesterly way.
I think it is simple, Jan. But then, it could be that I’m just unwilling or unable to understand the complexities of this world.
Of his message, Donna, I can speak. The moment you suggested it, he flew into my mind: “If an instant can cross distances, then love has wings like mine.”
Ahhhh, the penetrating warmth of words' tender embrace. “If an instant can cross distances, then love has wings like mine.” Is this yours? Or someone equally as talented, but whose name I should well know, but don't have a clue?
(Guess I may be looking into a ticket to the southwest, then :~)
lieber William, ein schönes Gedicht, ich denke es gibt keine Zeit des Friedens, auf der Welt, denn Frieden bringt kein Geld, der kleinste Krieg hat seine Jünger!
wie sagte Berthold Brecht: „Stell Dir vor, es ist Krieg und keiner geht hin“. Der Satz geht dann weiter, dann kommt der Krieg zu Euch.
Thank you, Jasmin. It’s true, the battlefield is the bloody symbol of the war we humans wage in our hearts and minds, a terrible manifestation of our greed and lack of self-understanding. Or so it seems to me.
I think it is that simple and what's more, I think everyone knows it. But still, way too among us have a deep need to keep score, so the wars will go on.
At the same time, Stickup Artist, I have to ask, do we know it’s simple? Because surely such knowledge should prompt us to action. But we humans are funny creatures. We will swallow poison knowing it is poison, only to be surprised and dismayed at the results. We will go to war and later write a beautiful symphony about it, or build a beautiful monument in its memory and in the memory of those who have died. You have to feel a great deal of compassion and pity for a creature so bent on beauty and self-destruction.
Dear William, feeling a bit guilty for not commenting for such a long time. But you were never far... I choose Rain for a new commenting, for we both are rainlovers. :-) Beautiful poem, saying it all, we should standing in the rain more often, to understand more of what it's all about...... Sweet greetz!
Monica, it’s wonderful to hear from you! But please don’t apologize, because then I will have to apologize too, and for the same reason. Like you, I would rather let rain reign....
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great post William, with so few words such a great fact...
wish you all the best
A beautiful thought. How simple you make it sound to make peace in this world, William. If only...
Nice catch!
As I finished reading this, I turned to look out the window as a raven appeared. First having landed in a distant tree and then flying towards me... landing on a branch in a nearby maple. It nodded three times. The act more like a nudging of one's young from the nest - encouraging - than it was like a show of approval or a bow.
Then, he took off (it strikes me as being male). Not back to the walnut tree, northwest, from where he came with intent. But exiting, mildly, in a southwesterly way.
Does he bring a message for you?
Nothing's simple but, perhaps, the rain...
And all the best to you, Laura. Thank you.
I think it is simple, Jan. But then, it could be that I’m just unwilling or unable to understand the complexities of this world.
Of his message, Donna, I can speak. The moment you suggested it, he flew into my mind: “If an instant can cross distances, then love has wings like mine.”
(Better coming from Stream Source)
Ahhhh, the penetrating warmth of words' tender embrace. “If an instant can cross distances, then love has wings like mine.” Is this yours? Or someone equally as talented, but whose name I should well know, but don't have a clue?
(Guess I may be looking into a ticket to the southwest, then :~)
The words arrived with the raven.
lieber William, ein schönes Gedicht,
ich denke es gibt keine Zeit des Friedens, auf der Welt, denn Frieden bringt kein Geld, der kleinste Krieg hat seine Jünger!
wie sagte Berthold Brecht:
„Stell Dir vor, es ist Krieg und keiner geht hin“.
Der Satz geht dann weiter, dann kommt der Krieg zu Euch.
einen schönen Tag, Jasmin
Thank you, Jasmin. It’s true, the battlefield is the bloody symbol of the war we humans wage in our hearts and minds, a terrible manifestation of our greed and lack of self-understanding. Or so it seems to me.
Hi William
It's such a beautiful peace.I like the other one 'Snowflakes' too.
Hello, Fatemeh. Thanks very much.
I think it is that simple and what's more, I think everyone knows it. But still, way too among us have a deep need to keep score, so the wars will go on.
At the same time, Stickup Artist, I have to ask, do we know it’s simple? Because surely such knowledge should prompt us to action. But we humans are funny creatures. We will swallow poison knowing it is poison, only to be surprised and dismayed at the results. We will go to war and later write a beautiful symphony about it, or build a beautiful monument in its memory and in the memory of those who have died. You have to feel a great deal of compassion and pity for a creature so bent on beauty and self-destruction.
Dear William,
feeling a bit guilty for not commenting for such a long time. But you were never far...
I choose Rain for a new commenting, for we both are rainlovers. :-)
Beautiful poem, saying it all, we should standing in the rain more often, to understand more of what it's all about......
Sweet greetz!
Monica, it’s wonderful to hear from you! But please don’t apologize, because then I will have to apologize too, and for the same reason. Like you, I would rather let rain reign....
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