All posts tagged: poetry

Live a little

”Don’t be afraid to try new things. Just live a little.”   I’ve had a very productive weekend. With almost 16 hours of psychology studies (brain anatomy), I felt I needed some kind of balance not to go insane. I brushed off my painting brushes and spent Saturday evening messing with light spring colors. Oh how I adore this time of the year! The sun makes me too restless, however, her light energy always transmits me joy and peace. I’ve also decided to start recording some of my texts. The reason being; I just need to step out of that comfy comfort zone of mine. I strongly believe in the importance of doing things that scare you. We shouldn’t be afraid of trying new things – instead we should live a little. Shouldn’t we? We don’t have to be perfect. We just have to be ourselves. I challenge you to do something this week you never done before; whether it’s talking to a stranger, waking up one hour earlier, eating healthier, speaking kindness, or trying …

Dear March…

… let’s bring presence into everything we do, shall we? ”What flows, flows. What crashes, crashes.” I hear spring whisper softly in the garden. The way she melts frozen hearts. Time to be bold, take the leap, and know, on cloudy days the sun is still there, underneath. Darling, I believe we’ll become dearest of friends. I wish to see you laugh. I hope you make me laugh. Oh how you melt my heart – come, dance with me. Darling, spin with me. And before I fall asleep, remember, gently kiss me on my cheek, and know, you’ll always be the one I seek.  March is for the sun so boldly shining. Coming alive. Quietly crying for the moon, and the stars. Time standing still, frozen, for us. Snow will be falling, flowers start blooming. A precious mix when nature can’t decide. 4 am, and my mind intense, the breath calm. Smelling hope, kissing the soft morning rain, moving with the waves. They say I drive too fast, think too fast, live too fast. No such …

Dear February…

… let’s live truthfully, shall we? ”Meet me at midnight, underneath the stars. I’ll bring my books and you’ll bring your heart.” Darling February, during your darkest of hours my first screaming breathe, with you. Flawless, being one with your calmness. Just like the cold winter you embrace our deepest desires, our deepest needs. Forcing us to step into our own power. Becoming fearless, living life honestly. Guided by love, compassion and courage, truthfully ever after.  February is for evolving, getting one year richer. One year wiser. Staying curious, and open-minded. Finding joy and laughter, everything we sought after. It’s about speaking up, being true to our own unique voice. It’s time to stop being afraid of getting older – it’s time to show our deepest appreciation instead. Every day we have a chance to learn more about ourselves, we have the opportunity to grow and to grasp the meaning behind our experiences. We have the possibility to fall in love with our imperfections, as well as our strengths. With age comes knowledge, not only the …

Conversations with nature

”We’re more than that;we’re humane beings.”   listen, and you’ll hear me breathe was written for the love of Mother Nature. It’s about time we use our wisdom and creativity. It’s time to be kind. Press the link for the book; listen, and you’ll hear me breathe For every sold copy I’ll donate 50 % to WWF Sweden and ”Låt Östersjön leva.”  

Dear December…

… you set my soul on fire (and yet, you haven’t even arrived) ”With the moon and with the stars, how can we say we don’t have enough?”   The silent hour of night, and my heart suddenly arise. Caressing my awaken sight, while awaiting you, with blissful eyes. Watching snowflakes quietly at rest, while the moon shining its light upon us. 50 shades of snow, wherever we choose to go. Darling December, the way you transform the darkness. Even at 4 am. When the world is still. The sky is black. The mind intense. Emotions wide awake, heart half asleep, in a blissful lullaby sleep. I hope your dreams are sweet.  December is for love and laughter. Peace and joy. The bright pink sky with heart-shaped clouds, peacefully passing by. It’s for warm-hearted gestures. Compassion and loving-kindness. Snowflakes dancing outside our window, making every moment irresistible. Gifts wrapped up in affection, kindness and hope. It’s December, you can wish for anything. What will you wish for? This December is all about giving more of yourself. Give your …

Dear August…

… I think you’ll make my soul dance. ”Believe in yourself, darling human. Believe. Flowers will grow.”   August is for humid days, foggy nights. Soul searching and loving kindness. It’s for vulnerability and softness. Finding that inner, burning fire. Moonlight and thunderstorm. Poetry filled with soul and passion, the wildest of dreams coming true. It has always been you, dear August. Always been you.  Be brave, darling dear. Be brave. Everything you wish for, believe, and it will come to you. Don’t you know you were created to create? Create magic. Create yourself. If it’s meant to be it will flow to you, effortlessly and oh so gently. Give yourself permission to relax and enjoy the magic of being. Breathe in confidence. Exhale doubt. Stay wild, darling moon child, stay wild. Life always has your back. This August is all about success, bravery and dusty, dreamy mornings. Things working out exactly as supposed to. It’s about true inner freedom. Not getting lost in thoughts, but objectively watching them pass by. ”Come to know the one who watches the …

Dear June…

… it’s been a year since we last met. I can’t believe you’re almost here. My soul talks about nothing but you. ”I speak so much better when I’m silent. 4 AM sunrise. The world is quiet. My mind intense.   June dear, nature must be head over heels for you, the way she blossoms when you arrive. I look at you, and wonder out of all the months in the world, I’m happy to have found one that is so perfect for me.  June is for hot, loving summer nights. Magical, never-ending evenings. The sun wide awake, like an impatient child the day before Christmas Eve. But please, don’t go back to sleep, you’re one to keep. June is for finding the happy within. Smelling roses and counting stars. Eating strawberries and breathing in vitamin sea. June is for dancing with the waves, playing with nature and kissing the soft, morning rain. You’re impeccable, just the way you are.  This June is all about not forcing things. What flows, flows. What crashes, crashes. There’s only space …

Dear May…

… you took me by storm. I’m forever lost in your impulsive grace. ”Fight for the fairy tale. It does exist.”   May is for waking up too early. The morning sun dazzling through the broken window. Burning with passion, awakening tired souls. The birds are singing, the red roses blooming. It’s a new day. A bright future. May is for magical, heart-warming evenings. The nature, and humans, reborn.  May is a month when everything is thriving; the cherry trees, the flowers, the hearts. Let her sensuality caress you. Embrace you. You know, she’s blossoming just for you. This May is all about letting the alluring spirit shine through. Exploring the unknown, and taking chances. Believing in the magic of life. The beauty of humanity. Early morning runs and yoga. Awaken the body. Awaken your creativity. It’s about taking the time to learn about oneself. Every day becoming more and more self-aware. It’s about poetry and expressing emotions. Reading and gaining knowledge. The nature, so breathtaking and flourishing, just like you. It’s about leaving things …

Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme

… it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn’t. ”I shall bleed words. As soon as my tears dry up my soul will flow like a river.”     ”I stopped sleeping the day you stopped saying goodnight.”     ”maybe if he closed his eyes she would disappear and so he did he closed them gently still he forgot his heart was wide open.”     ”and something inside her just… fell apart that’s the only way she could describe it. ”     ”she was monday morning hot summer evening soft kisses dusty books honey milk and a full moon .”     ”good sense of humour dirty mind beautiful heart adventurous soul.   dangerous combination.”     ”they were a strange love too immature to last too exceptional to break.”     ”she wants to be loved with an honest tongue, devoted heart and exclusive eyes.” – unknown     i miss you the most at 4 am the world is still the sky is dark my mind is loud …

With you I’m at home

”A drop of ink may make a million think.” – Lord Byron   And the bravest of all are those who choose to do what they love, over and over. You’re the one thing I’ll never loose faith in. You’re the one I’ll always come home to. With you, life is amazing every bleeding pain worth exploring. With you I’m not afraid. Not afraid to feel. Not afraid to live. Together we experience life as it truly is; raw and touched by too many untouched hearts. Shattered souls. With you I’m alive. For you I take a bow. Whenever I feel sad, in love, anxious, eager to inspire or excited I return home. I return to you. Please, prepare yourself. I may disappear from time to time, however, I’ll always come back. I’ll always return home. I appreciate those days when the words effortlessly flows through me. Like a breath of fresh air. You make everything seem like a dance. Make everything else disappear. With you I know, I’ll always have a deep, fulfilling and …