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Some times things are not the way they seem

and yet we are sure they are.

 

As a young man, or not yet a man but a boy,

I sat on the railing of a very high bridge.

my feet dangling

my eyes looking down the gorge.

 

The place I lived in seemed to be the entire world

and at the moment it was not a happy one.

 

The war hadn’t even begun for years to come

yet  inside me it was already there.

 

I thought about leaning forward and letting go.

Letting go of the thoughts that haunted me.

Letting go of my reality painfully pounding me.

And also,

letting go of life.

 

Looking back,

I don’t see why

I just did not take one step.

One step

out of my reality

to see that there is more to things than they seem.

 

Or that even though they are

the way they seem,

one step away,

one small step away,

another reality,

another adventure

is waiting.

 

 

 

I did not let go,

I just sat there

for hours

staring at the black river

making its way forward.

 

 

 

I left

with no money in my pocket

and a broken heart in my chest

to find goodness

in places and strangers I did not know.

 

I also found,

war

pain

hunger

sorrow

and things

I wish I did not see,

but

never

will I stop

flowing forward

from reality to reality

 

For what would life have been worth

had I let go of the railing

not having felt

pure

unselfish kindness

love

friendship

and

tiny moments of inner peace.

 

 

 

 

“If you are not living good,

I beg you, travel wide.

Said I am a living man

I’ve got work to do…”

Bob Marley – Soul Rebel

Mentally or physically, please step out of your reality and into another.

When you feel you can do nothing for yourself, do something for others.

Please do good.

You might find things weren’t the way they seemed.

 

 

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Hala

Today I lost a very dear little friend

a bundle of joy and smiles

 

Tomorrow

you would have turned five

and

the pink cake is

already prepared

 

My heart is shattered.

I have never been

as sad as today

but

thinking about

your big eyes

looking out the mail slot

and

your little voice calling my name

every time I passed by

slowly

reassembles it

and

I will do my best to be

as loving

and happy

as you were

 

Hala we miss you and we love you

 

 
Comfort (14 february)
 
One day has passed and Hala’s family told me about when they had to explain to her that she was leaving. First she did not want to go to heaven but stay with her family here. She asked if they have dolls in heaven and even though they do, she still did not want to go. After some time on sunday when she understood that her body could not make it much longer she said that she would go, but she also said:
 
I will come and visit you.
 
How? we asked
 
When you hear the birds sing outside
 
please open the window
 
it is I
 

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http://brujjilla.wordpress.com/2011/11/28/photo-203-11/

http://orderedchaos2000.wordpress.com/2011/11/11/stormcloud2/

http://remixen.wordpress.com/2011/11/29/en-stormfull-uke-og-to-som-ikke-liker-slikt-vaer/

http://camilligence.wordpress.com/2011/05/03/calm-before-the-storm/

http://orderedchaos2000.wordpress.com/2012/01/25/yearofthedragon/ (A new favorite on rain)

Some photos of incoming storms made a memory from childhood come alive:

It is raining

large raindrops tapping the tin roof

It is summer

not too cold

I borrow my father’s umbrella

almost as big as I

My mother says

-put something warm on

I take my scarf and my t-shirt

and barefoot

I disappear into the world of rain

crouching for hours

listening to the raindrops

telling their story

on the black umbrella

while the water

makes my feet

colder and colder.

I am happy

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You can never lose love.

Or at least I have never lost it.

It resides within my heart and comes in various forms.

Sometimes it fills it to the brim and from time to time  it lingers hidden in the core.

Never is my heart without it for always someone loves me or I someone,

even though at times it is hard at the moment of changing shapes.

9 years is the longest relationship- non-stop-love I have had.

When it changed its shape there was pain and grief,

but never was it lost!

Nine years of love is carried within me forever like the love from my grandfather was with me for 32 years until he died.

Is that love lost?

I think I am still carrying 32 years of continuous love with me until it is time for me to die.

So is it 32 years of  love or now 36?

4 years have passed since his death and I still love him even if he is not here.

And who knows if the love my grandmother feels for me will ever be lost?

For its magnitude fills more than our hearts.

It spills over and floods into and joins all LOVE;

Love;

the positive energy that flows like an invisible wind over all man- and womankind.

Unseen by some but available to all who dare to love without expecting anything in return.

Love can´t be lost:

http://bournefield3.wordpress.com/2011/12/06/to-my-mum-with-love-always/

http://kathleenmae.wordpress.com/2011/11/27/hero-of-all-time/#comments

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