But the lapwing came early this year

He heard the young couple discussing about iOS or Android was the best when it came to safety and App-availability, and he heard one say that SMS was coming out in favor of snap chat.

He saw the old lady with the walker and her crooked legs dragging her goods from the supermarket, and she should apparently bring it all home with the bus. Her thoughts could have been:

“I wonder if the mailman comes today?”

She probably can’t figure out electronic communication, so words like E-Post, Homebanking and Internet violates her, the arthritis plagues her all the time, and the laundry room is modernized. You can’t use coins more but use a card. She can’t really remember how to book a washing machine, or understand how to get it started. She misses her late husband and mutters:

“It will fortunately end some day.”

The world has outstripped her at high speed, as fast as you can send a text message. But her pace has not changed in the same direction, and her face is painted sad.

He also saw the little boy standing alone in the school shelter pulled up against the wall while he watched the others’ intense play. He had refused to pee in Lisa’s thermos Bottle, so now he could not attend. He was too different, and thought he was something. It hurt in his heart and stomach day and night. Perhaps he was thinking:

“I wish I had a little dog I could attach myself to.”

In nature’s secret workshop is worked around the clock. The seasons must be thoroughly prepared, that‘s how it is, and it makes every completed season realize that nothing lasts forever.

The lapwing does not think of other countries or yearns, but when the sundial beats springtime, it finds fast passport and tickets, because it must, and because it is how it is.

Meanwhile are screaming seagulls, behaving demanding and greedy. They want it all for themselves. They are not minded to share even slightly residues with each other. But that’s, as far as they know, how it is.

Star Perspectives

The stars, Josephine has on her sky, watching her thoughts and her feelings, even the ones she does not even know yet. If she is quiet and pay attention she will discover that they all smile at her, gently and lovingly sympathetic. If she smiles back in her quiet mind, they offer her new perspectives. And there are no limits.

She creates star pictures by drawing lines from star to star, but it’s actually a little carelessly, because it pushes the door slightly to what they whisper. And the clearer she perseives her constructed images, and the names she gives them, the more blurred is her hearing for their poetry.

Urania’s dress is so beautiful, but Josephine can only see it if she erases her lines out again and rebirth the stars without naming them. She should not create anything extra, because it’s already invented, otherwise she cuts them just down to her own size in her own mind, and this there is no future in.

Urania looking at the sky while Josephine is looking at a corner of Urania’s star embroidered dress. It is her starry right now. And Urania arranged the stars so that they can fine-tune Josephine’s mind-compass needle in again.

Dear Sisyphus

The gods laughed and cried
as a heavy stone fell straight from your heart.
Uphill, in the sweat of thy face,
but the stone rolls down immediately.
Bring it up again. But why?
Because it is down, because you believe so,
and because you recognize the Gods
and Godesses’ smile
behind the expressions in their faces,
and because you see
flowers blooming over and over.

A stone weighs again significant in your heart.
But sit down under the shady tree
overflowing with sweet, juicy fruits.
You are more than welcome.
The sweat runs into your eyes,
so you do not notice the opportunity.

The Smile

There is made much fun with Mona Lisa’s inscrutable smile, but I think I know what Leonardo was trying to tell with it, thought Leo and smiled slyly. He felt he had seen right, but could not directly claim that Leonardo’s intention was in full compliance with this experience.

It could also have been described with music, but such a composition, was Leo not able to perform. However, he would recognize the music if a composer described the same as Leonardo did, because it seemed to him that he understood the message.

Before this discovery saw he almost only division of the world in all sorts of different things: Other people, animals, streets, cars, trees, thoughts, feelings, cold, wind, summer weather, himself, lampposts, sky, sun, moon, stars, cans, furniture and the distances between it all, but in a magical and elongated second, smiled it all at once and revealed or suggested that it was in fact one disguise.

The suggestion was a Mona Lisa smile which consisted of all of the above, and everything else that was not mentioned. If you only saw these things as separate elements in space and time, you could not see the Mona Lisa’s smile, but a sudden and very gentle change of mind approach revealed everything in one unit which also included space and time, while everything also took out as before.

He wondered if it was possible to see it that way always, and thought that it was because it actually was real. One might maybe go further and achieve even a more wonderful way to realize the world on, but it might prove. Now it was, at first, to recall the Mona Lisa’s smile, straight through everything – as often as possible in regaining the state of mind which transported it… and nurture it, for a brief glimpse from reality’s tiara is much more valuable than constant light from illusion’s diamonds.

So it was maybe not so important whether it was what Leonardo had tried to tell, but Mona Lisa picture was a picturesque way to describe something without to spell out it further. Now would Leo go into the paint shop and buy the few colors that he was missing. Tubes with Royal Blue and Titanium White were used up, and those could he not do without.

There was soon full moon and maybe lunar face had shown something of this unfathomable too. He would reflect on it, and then it would turn out if he could capture it without anyone at the sight of the resulting picture would exclaim:

“Is this to be a human, a pizza, a full moon… or what?”

In a TV show on the Discovery Channel Leo had followed was revealed some researchers attempt to understand what made Leonardo’s colors radiating so special. The painters made their own colors at the time, and experimented with different recipes.

To the researchers’ surprise, was Leonardo’s colors without known pigments. It was not acceptable for colors without pigments gave no immediate sense.

Traveling Light

She looked around, and was very well pleased with what she saw, even though the surroundings were different from the ones she came from. Not that it did anything, because she felt comfortable here, and everything was as real as it used to be, but the thought of how far she was from the well known, her usual daily life, was staggering.

Why she was here, and how she had come here, she did not think about, oddly enough. The whole thing was probably too intrusive really to allow flights of fancy, but it was strange to think about how far away she was from home. She felt that she never got the chance to travel back because she had a crystal clear sense of a distance of light years. She knew she was in a different solar system, and distances as judged by light years, are not something you just are dealing with. It may also mean that the people she was used to be around with, was completely out of reach now.

It made her sad that she would never see her loved ones again, and she closed her eyes and thought about them. The next moment she was home again, as if she had not been away, but no one took any notice of her being back. As if they had not discovered that she had been away. It felt mysterious and very overwhelming, but what surprised her most was the amazing way she had traveled such impossible distances. It took only a fraction of a second to get from one solar system to another when traveling with the speed of thought.

This she had learned now, and she was happy with her experience. All ended well, for she remembered quite clearly the feeling of infinity, completely insurmountable, distance. But it was not something she had acquired the license to, for she knew not really how she could possibly do this again.

She had taken part in it… and in a way as if she partially had done it herself. But it was mostly something that had been “done.” Perhaps to play with her, to play her tricks or to teach her something. The history does not say that but the idea of traveling on vacation, for example, to Majorca by plane, bus and taxi, seemed to her right after so absurd and naive, that she found herself smiling.

And did you look at her, right at this moment, you might have suspected her to realize something special, of some mysterious nature… and this could make one a little unsure.

Star Dreams

All who were employees of the Firmament, had started at the bottom of the hierarchy with their vocational training, as tiny points of light, and if they would advance here, they should work for it.

It took courage, talent and hard work, not to mention time, to achieve stardom, but had one finally achieved it, almost everything one said and did, was seen as sparkles, and relatively fast growing salaries to astronomical heights.

One was further recorded in the star map, and was then exposed and linked in the galaxies. Was one, so to speak, discovered, beamed the career opportunities.

Unfortunately for some, they burned out earlier than expected. Often became their light brighter and brighter, too fast, and then they exploded, collapsed and turned into black holes.

Maybe they had forgotten the right hemisphere, and oversaw love, art, culture, philosophy, meditation, astrology, poetry and adventure, because the bright glow of the earth’s gold seemed to them more real than the beautiful, golden light and sounds from the singing stars. The stars who constantly inspired each other’s beautiful luster and together spread a bright rug across the firmament.

But many ended their career as small, beautiful shooting stars in the Milky Way, and this was honorable enough.

Weaving

The fairing you wear now was woven “yesterday”

I wonder if it not after all, is a little too small.

Is the body just thickened so the fairing now is a prison

or It could be that the pressure coming out of longing?

The next fairing fits better, now you have practised weaving also

the old ones are thrown out to the scrap

and maybe soon you can soar again.

Once the fairing is as it should be, is like you want it,

you can go to the elf-dance at midnight

with a garland of wild flowers in your hair

An elf's delicate hand frees you of the fairing.

Now, you can throw all ties from your shoulders

and receive "the elf-baptism"

while the full moon uses the forest lake as mirror.