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Åbn op til øjeblikkets stille magi

Hvor undren vækkes til liv

Spejl dig i naturens evige Væren

Og fra sindets fængsel slippe fri

Lad sanserne fortrylles af skønheden omkring

Og kroppen falder langsomt til ro

Mærk altings kilde strømme i dit hjerte

Lad livet, lige nu, være din tro

 

af Anna Adhémar

 

 

Inspiration

A hundred objects close by

I know a cure for sadness

Let your hands touch something that makes your eyes smile.

 

I bet there are a hundred objects close by

that can do that.

 

Look at beauty's gift to us -

her power is so great she enlivens

the earth, the sky, our soul.

 

Mira

 

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

 

Mary Oliver (Dream Work)

 

og gendigtet her af Jens Mikkelsen (tak)

 

Vilde Gæs

 

Du behøver ikke at være dygtig.

Du behøver ikke at gå på dine knæ

hundrede mil gennem ørknen, angrende.

Du skal bare lade det bløde dyr i din krop

                      elske hvad det elsker.

Fortæl mig om håbløshed, din, og jeg vil fortælle dig om min.

I mellemtiden, går verden videre.

I mellemtiden, bevæger solen og de klare dråber af regn sig

hen over landskabet,

hen over prærien og de dybe skove,

hen over bjergene og floderne.

I mellemtiden, vil de vilde gæs, højt i den klare blå luft,

flyve hjemad igen.

Og uanset hvem du er, uanset hvor ensom du er,

vil verden tilbyde sig selv for din forestillingsevne,

kalde på dig som de vilde gæs, barsk og spændende –

igen og igen vil den udråbe din plads, din opgave

i altings familie.

    

My Help is in the Mountain

 

My help is in the mountain

Where I take myself to heal

The earthly wounds

That people give to me.

I find a rock with sun on it

And a stream where the water runs gentle

And the trees which one by one give me company.

So must I stay for a long time

Until I have grown from the rock

And the stream is running through me

And I cannot tell myself from one tall tree.

Then I know that nothing touches me

Nor makes me run away.

My help is in the mountain

That I take away with me.

 

Nancy Wood, form Hollering Sun (1972)

 

 

First you must love your body, in games

in wild places, in bodies of others,

Then you must enter the world of men and

learn all worldly ways. You must sicken.

You must return to your Mother and notice how quiet the house is.

Then return to the world that is

not Man

that you may finally walk in the

world of Man, speaking.

 

Lew Welch

  

 

Because I love

 

Because I love

The sun pours out its rays of living gold

Pours out its gold and silver on the sea

 

Because I love

The earth upon her astral spindle winds

Her ecstacy-producing dance

 

Because I love

Wind blows white sails

The wind blows over flowers, the sweet wind blows

 

Because I love

Clouds travel on the wind through wide skies

Skies wide and beautiful, blue and deep

 

Because I love

The land grows green and green the grass

And green the transparent sunlit trees

 

Because I love

Larks rise up from the grass

And all the leaves are full of singing birds

 

Because I love

The summer air quivers with a thousand wings

Myriads of jewelled eyes burn in the light

 

Because I love

The irridescent shells apon the sand

Take forms as fine and intricate as thought

 

Because I love

There is an invisible way across the sky

Birds travel by that way

The sun and moon and all the stars

Travel that path by night

 

Because I love

There is a river flowing all night long

Because I love

All night the river flows into my sleep

Ten thousand living things are sleeping in my arms

And sleeping wake and flowing are at rest

 

Kathleen Raine 

 

 

I thank you God

 

I thank you God for most this amazing

day; for the leaping greenly spirits of trees

and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything

which is natural which is infinite which is yes

 

(i who have died am alive again today,

and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth

day of life and of love and wings; and of the gay

great happening illimitably earth

 

how should tasting touching hearing seeing

breathing any - lifted from the no

of all nothing - human merely being

doubt unimaginable You?

 

EE Cummings

 

 

En Sommerdag

 

Hvem har lavet verden?

Hvem har lavet svanen og den sorte bjørn?

Hvem har lavet græshoppen?

Jeg mener, dénne græshoppe –

den her, som har kastet sig selv ud af græsset,

den her, som spiser sukker af min hånd,

som bevæger sine kæber frem og tilbage, i stedet for op og ned –

som stirrer rundt med sine enorme og komplicerede øjne.

Nu løfter hun sine blege underarme og vasker omhyggeligt sit ansigt.

Nu breder hun sine vinger ud og svæver væk -.

Jeg ved ikke rigtig, hvad en bøn er.

Men jeg ved hvordan man er opmærksom, hvordan man falder ned

i græsset, hvordan man knæler ned i græsset,

hvordan man kan køre i tomgang og føle sig velsignet, hvordan man kan slentre

igennem markerne,

hvilket er, hvad jeg har gjort hele dagen.

Fortæl mig, hvad skulle jeg ellers have gjort?

Dør alting ikke altid til sidst, og alt for hurtigt?

Fortæl mig, hvad planlægger dú at gøre med dette,

dit eneste vilde og kostbare liv?

 

(”The Summer Day” af Mary Oliver fra 'House of Light', gendigtet fra engelsk af Jens Mikkelsen)