No Time


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No Time


No time at all

In the silence between the seconds

We can talk with the stars


How often we hear people saying, “I have no time!” For this or for that or no time for you.

How wrong: Time is all we got. How we use it is what matters. What is important to us? What do we use time for?

Some  people build a career, some a life, some seemingly waste it. Take stocks at the end of your road, nothing is wasted. You’ve learned, you experienced it.

Some clocks have a second hand which makes a little ‘tic’ every time it moves. Tic-tic-tic- it’s ticking away our lives almost in a heartbeat. And what fills up the seconds? Busyness? Fun? Idleness?

Some people talk to the stars in the silent moments.



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Rogue haiku


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(There we sat and discussed the events of the day together)

The rippling brook

The silent stone

The wandering wind

And I

As far as haiku are concerned this one is definitely rogue. In one dictionary the word ‘rogue’ is described as:  ‘something or someone different from what is normal or expected’.

Definitely this haiku does not follow the 5-7-5 syllables rule, not even close. It also has a prologue.

It still is a haiku. Because haiku speak to me. And this one told me it is a haiku.

What does it say to you?

Do you want some deeper interpretation?

The rippling brook – that which moves through time

The silent stone – that which remains

The wandering wind – that which passes

And I – anyone of us

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Fire Campfire Burn Embers Heat

A night’s campfire

A day’s break wrapped in rain

Love as our blanket



What does it mean? Is it a story? Is it your story?

Maybe it is the seed of a story. Maybe you can make the rest of the story. Maybe it is already your story, something that happened in your life. Or maybe it is something you dream of or you fantasize about.

Go ahead, make it your story. Make it what you want it to be.

Life is full of stories, full of possibilities.


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I’m holding my breath

Light chases away the night

Tomorrow is here


Night turns to day, a daily occurrence, you’ve gotten used to it. A repetition of yesterday’s event, and many events before that one.

No, but not this one. This one is new. This is not a repetition. It’s unique. A once in your life. Oh, how we are so easily deceived by our memories. So easily deceived to think we know it already.

Stop for a moment. Hold your breath! The next moment that arises is brand new. See it, feel it.  Life is yours while you have it. All is new, every moment. Enjoy it.



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When you’re silent

Everything begins to speak

Even the silence

Maybe it’s an invitation to meditate. Meditation – or deep prayer – is meant to stop your own thoughts, so you become silent in yourself.

It’s like when you talk with someone. As long as you are full with what you want to say, you can’t really hear what the other person is trying to tell you.

It’s the whole secret to understanding. It’s the secret to everything, to understand anything: Get quiet and listen.



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Walking down the shore

Aside seashells left by tides

Beauty in debris


The beauty of this world is not hidden. But one has to be open to see. For them who look for beauty they will find it. In nature, in what people have made, in a person.

Others are to busy or to careless and trudge along missing the beauty or even crushing it like someone walking on shells crushes them without even seeing the beauty of them.

And maybe you forgot: You are beautifully made!



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Wishing the future

Like a paradise we lost

Let life lead us there

Deep forest waterfall

Many people will not agree with this. Life is struggle, life is disappointment, we don’t always get what we want. We have to be realistic.

But maybe instead we have to dream more. Maybe we have to have more faith that anything is possible. Maybe we have to imagine we are already there.

What or who has given us life can also give us what we wish for, and if life doesn’t lead us there, what will?  We have to do what we can. We have to do our part.  We have to believe that wishes can come true. Like horses…they can take you there.*

*  “If wishes were horses, beggars would ride” is an English language proverb and nursery rhyme, originating in the 16th century, which suggests if wishing could make things happen, then even the most destitute people would have everything they wanted. (From Wikipedia)

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Bright stars of the night

Navigators through the dark

Like Angels’ voices

Do you believe in angels? Or do you believe in guiding spirits? Or guided thoughts?

I do believe if we look for guidance we’ll find it. How does this come to us? The right thoughts at the right time, the right ideas and inspiration. How shall I call it? After all, words are only the way we try to capture reality. What we feel, what we think, what we experience.

Maybe our own heart can guide us, if we are sincere and honest and want to do what’s best. And how does our heart know?

As you see, we give it a word and think we know something, when all we do is clothe reality with a pretty little dress. The reality is awesome though and we know very little.  It can be breath-taking, it can get scary.

We better look for guidance whatever we may call it.

And be thankful for the stars.


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Ever-changing moon

Reflecting light and  shadows

Faithful companion


In literature the moon is often described as a companion, either directly or metaphorically. The moon reflects the light of the sun, but it also reflects the Earth’s shadow.

And I believe a good companion, a true friend, also reflects our light and our shadows, the times we act in love and the times when we miss what we could do. Still, like the moon, a real companion says little, but is there with us in good times and sad times, sharing our joy, and comforting us in pain.

Faithful companion.



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Youngster and dog walking

Wander way mountains


Millions of moments pass time


Remember your home


Our life is like a journey, but no matter how far we travel or how long, we all like to have something we call home. Some say this world is not our home, which might well be true on a grander scale. Still, probably most of us would like to have something of a home while we are in this world. Somewhere where we feel we belong.

Home may be a place

– or it may be a group of people we identify with

– or it may be just one person, someone we feel at home with

Find it, if you haven’t – know where you belong – remember your home



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