All posts tagged: poetry

Dear July…

…you were beautiful from day one. ”I’m going to make everything around me ravishing. That is the purpose.” July, I can’t believe you’re here already. I didn’t even have time to say goodbye to June. She was warm, she was lovely, filled with laughter. Please, be like June. Please, be forever. Please bring us humid days, foggy nights. Soul searching and loving kindness. It has always been you, dear July. Always been you.  5 am. Finding stillness. Seeking magic. Being free as the ocean, beautiful as the wildest flower. Inhaling confidence, exhaling doubt. Breathing in the warm days, short nights. Wide awake, we are, while watching the sunset gracefully transforming into sunrise. I’ll be all there, wherever you’ll take me. July is for meeting childhood friends who will always be friends although you meet far too seldom. It’s for being vulnerable, being soft. Finding that inner, burning fire. Moonlight, thunderstorm and heavy rain. Poetry filled with soul and passion, the wildest of dreams coming true. July is for festivity and reading books. July is for being me. ”Be careful who …

Talk about what you love

”Dear life, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”   My darlings, let’s talk about the things we love, shall we? I love soft hearts, the birth of a new day, watching the sky, at night, brimming with stars. I love a white canvas, painting my life, feeding my soul. I love talking to strangers, deep conversations, I smile, when you smile. I love waking up early dawn, life’s still asleep, my heart wide awake. I love writing, feeding you hope, feeding you joy and laughter. I love the moon, the sun, and the stars. I love summer. In fact, I love all seasons. Autumn, winter, spring. I love the serenity of nature, the richness and wisdom she provides. I love books. Oh, how I adore a great book. I love walking in an empty street, the stillness, the force of life running through my veins. I love a crowded market place, a foreign country, conversations …

Dear May…

… you come bearing sunshine, you come bearing love. ”and there you were, right there, in the middle of things.” – beautiful now   As I find myself moving with the waves, a sense of peace floating through my veins. The sun caressing my heart, the Moon my entire being. Providing me with love and light. Dear nature, dear ocean, you feed me hope. You feed me laughter. The way you so effortlessly transform into a beautiful work of art.  Darling May, breathe my air, and kiss me there. I’m a little cold, but your lips fire up my soul. Run wild with me, let us chase our dreams. Today won’t come again. May is all about speaking with honesty. Living with integrity, boldness and compassion. The words you speak become the house you live in. Now is the time to trust. Trust yourself, trust your calling. Staying open to how the sky, at night, changing its colors, hour by hour. May is for magical, heart-warming evenings. Nature, and humans, reborn. Wherever life plants you, …

Dear April…

… take my hand, inhale my breath. We won’t die, as long as we don’t fall in love. ”April dear, I breathe you in like air.”   Time standing still. The warm, golden light, burning through my window, caressing my cheeks, awakening my body. Dreaming of doing everything in life, and nothing on rainy Sundays. Watching captivating sunsets, and counting countless numbers of stars. Happily having you, blooming in my arms. Speaking with no words, undressing me with your eyes. Whatever you do, I swear, you got me feeling butterflies.  April is for getting lost in translation. Being curious and bold. Breathing in lust, breathing out fear. Breathe me in like air. It’s about black coffee, poetry and letting go. Soft raindrops against the window, purifying dark winter souls. Touch me with no hands, with your eyes. As long as you touch me, I know we will be fine. April is for being affectionate, playful and passionate. Confident, happy and alive. Stop looking for it on the outside, when it’s already resting within, patiently awaiting …

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 …