Mit auf die Reise

Ich kann dir keinen Zauberteppich schenken,

Noch Diamanten oder edlen Nerz,

Drum geb ich dir dies Schlüsselchen von Erz,

Dazu mein ziemlich gut erhaltnes Herz

Zum Anmichdenken.

Ich kann dir keine braven Socken stricken,

Und meine Kochkunst würde dich nur plagen.

Drum nimm den Scherben rosarotes Glas,

Der führt ins Märchenland Ichweißnichtwas

An grauen Tagen.

Ich kann dir nicht Aladdins Lampe geben,

Kein »Sesam« und auch keinen Amethyst.

Doch weil dein Herz mir Flut und Ebbe ist,

Hier, diese Muschel, schimmernd wie von Tränen,

Zum Nachmirsehnen

(Mascha Kaléko)

 

When I am among the trees,

especially the willows and the honey locust,

equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,

they give off such hints of gladness.

I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,

in which I have goodness, and discernment,

and never hurry through the world

but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their en I am among the trees,

especially the willows and the honey locust,

equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,

they give off such hints of gladness.

I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,

in which I have goodness, and discernment,

and never hurry through the world

but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves

and call out, “Stay awhile.”

The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,

“and you too have come

into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled

with light, and to shine.”

and call out, “Stay awhile.”

The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,

“and you too have come

into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled

with light, and to shine.”

especially the willows and the honey locust,

equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,

they give off such hints of gladness.

I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,

in which I have goodness, and discernment,

and never hurry through the world

but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their en I am among the trees,

especially the willows and the honey locust,

equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,

they give off such hints of gladness.

I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,

in which I have goodness, and discernment,

and never hurry through the world

but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves

and call out, “Stay awhile.”

The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,

“and you too have come

into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled

with light, and to shine.”

and call out, “Stay awhile.”

The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,

“and you too have come

into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled

with light, and to shine.”

                                                                    (Mary Oliver) 

 “Once upon a time, when women were birds, 

there was the simple understanding that 

to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk 

was to heal the world through joy. 

The birds still remember 

that the world is meant to be 

celebrated.”

(Terry Tempest Williams)

 

  genauer hineinschauen

in die kreuzungen und nebenwirkungen

sich in die musik begeben

als reistest du durch eine unbekannte stadt

hinter den wortschleifen der zuneigung

die ereignislosigkeit umarmen

dem schweigen der blätter

am müden nachmittag freund werden

einen spaltbreit hinter dem herz

eines menschen neu lieben

(Hermann Josef Schmitz)

 

Be present. 

Make love. Make tea. 

Avoid small talk. Embrace conversation. 

Buy a plant, water it. 

Make your bed. Make some one else's bed. 

Have a smart mouth and quick wit. 

Run. Make art. Create. 

Swim in the ocean. Swim in the rain. 

Take chances. Ask questions. 

Make mistakes. Learn. 

Know your worth. 

Love fiercely. Forgive quickly. 

Let go of what doesn't make you happy. 

Grow.

(Paulo Coelho)