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Entreaties to Nature
You gave us the sun for our time
And we know that when it will sink forever
Also each life on this planet will be extinguished.
In vain were all hopes, plans
And their fulfilments.
Let our hearts love and not hate,
Let our hands do good whenever it is needed
So that they help and do not kill.
Let our transitory and often hard lifes
Find faith and support with your powers.
With that we put up resistance to
Injuries and afflictions and do not let us
Deviate from our good intentions.
When our lips express our thoughts
Let them always form words of truth and of good will.
And that nobody is harmed in his dignity and reputation
Dream of an Elf
There, where the moon shines on the moss,
Where everything radiates in silver and gold,
Where elves and fairies walk hand in hand -
There is my home.
Where the air smells of trees
And where the greatest secret of my heart lies
Is the place I feel like home.
There, where everyone believes in the good
And where inner values still count.
Where all beings are accepted -
There is in the dark light of the night
The bright moon with magical force and soft shine.
Under the protection of the breathing power of the woods
The forest grants me tranquility and deep spiritual peace.
In the origin of my existence I experience
The connection o
A Magic Night of Sorrow and Hope
I feel that something in the wood is other than usual.
There is a happy mood that is mysterious at the same time.
The senses are sharpened.
Like from afar I mean to hear the music of elves.
The songs they are singing are merry and joyous.
Songs that echo through the night that will not become dark.
Songs, penetrating deep into my soul.
That let me forget this world and make me dreaming.
But beyond all high mountains, under oaks and beeches dense.
There, where the moss has a sappy green and
The light breaks through the foliage,
Lies a pool deeply hidden, legendary and mythical,
Carries a whispering secret, conceals its power in the
My Old Friend
I just wanted to see you again, my old friend of childhood days.
I had so many things to say to you
And knew that you would understand me.
Already as a little girl I visited you
With all my problems.
I felt safe with you
And all grief flew away.
When I was weeping in your arm,
You have caressed my hair
With your green leaves,
My old friend.
Today you fell!
I came too late.
You will never sway in the wind again.
You have to lie chopped by the wayside.
Some passers-by do not respect the rest of life
And tear at your green boughs
Which bend to the earth, dying.
Who will give me the peace now
That I found in your shade
Eternal wood with thousands of tree-tops,
In your halls dwells peace.
With your incessant rustle
You still the longing of my heart.
In silent devotion, the mouth must
Fail there miserably.
Only bird-singing has here the right
To beat the time.
Each tree loves its neighbour,
Together they carry the weight.
Caress each other tenderly with the branches,
Hugs themselves when they like.
For how many animals do you offer
A safe habitat?
For how many flowers do you care
Which trust blindly your protection?
Eternal wood with thousands of tree-tops,
Mother Earth may preserve you.
At all times and forever
You should develop yourself
Star Child in WinterCarefully, I step on the white dusted grass.
The frozen evening dew moistens me.
It is cold – I do not feel it.
Only the silence of the night is all around me.
My hair becomes entangled in an icy wind.
So that I fear to be blown away.
I reach out for the branch of a tree
To seek help and protection.
In front of me I can see the forest in awesome loftiness.
The trees welcome me.
Finally I arrive at the spot I am heading to –
The clearing – a spiritual place.
I stop in the middle of this circle –
Symbol of eternity, image of perfection.
I wait and only my breath can be heard.
Time seems to stand still.
Then, at last – the cloud
I see the sky, the moon and the earth -
It is the air, the fields and the woods ...
Starlit is the night.
My soul relaxes
And floats through the silence.
Second! Stand still and stay!
You are just so wonderful!
Let all the others move on,
Drops in the sea of time -
The wood does not hear the waves,
But the trees know my silent song.
Leaves are touched by the moonlight.
Stricken by the silvery wonder,
My heart sees the truth of existence.
Some Time in InfinityBut I know there is another world
Some time in infinity.
Some time I will meet you again,
In the light dwelling of continuity.
I lay at the creek and think of you,
Not far from me you are standing.
The water is quiet,
Your leaves do not rustle,
Silenced in my heart as well
Every day's pain neverending.
You give me strength,
You comfort me,
Also in the greatest need.
My thanks are yours,
My good friend, my tree,
Never I would like to miss you.
You are the ashes,
Burnt in many dreams.
But from your ashes,
The diamond is forming itself.
I hold a diamond into the starlight,
Move myself to its radiance.
How the ligh
If You Were With Me NowIf you were with me now
I would find myself in you.
If you were with me now
You are the only one who knew
All the things we planned to do.
I want to live my life
The way you said I would
With courage as my light,
Fighting for what is right,
Like you made me believe I could.
I will fly on your wings
To places I have never been.
There is so much I have never seen.
But I can feel your heart-beat still
And I will do great things
On your wings.
... Someday ... with your spirit to guide me ... and your memory beside me.
I Join Hands With You
I join hands with you,
Take them, when you need them,
Because you are not alone.
Seize them, whenever you want,
Because you will not fall.
Ask for this hand,
Because friendship is nearness.
Feel their lives, when you are cold,
Because life is warmth.
Let them go when you want to fly,
Because freedom is in you.
This hand will hold you,
Whenever you wish,
But it will never seize you,
For this hand will help,
It wants no control..
Nature's Night Song
Everywhere cool and silent
The trees spread their shadows.
And I feel, speechless bowing,
That I am deeply sheltered.
It is as if the sky
Has silently kissed the earth
That she in nature's glory
Now has to dream of him.
In the forest, there is a green spot.
It is shady and is clear,
Has still seen anybody
Except the stars and me.
The wind blows through the fields,
The gras waves gently.
The woods rustle silently
So starlit is the night.
Bright, in a solemn bow,
Star for star rises from the wood
And in the hills around nestles
The land and keeps silence.
And my soul spreads
Widely its wings,
Flies through the sile
Fundamentally, the world dreams of a magic subtle and bright.
Here, the nature lies wet with dew no human hand has ever hurt it.
The scent of flowers floats through the air and the herbs wave gently in the wind.
Only a soft melody of elfish nature carried by silence enormously delicate.
Here lie the dreams that will become truth,
Here lies the real power of Earth.
On enchanted paths, born by elven magic
Everything shall be possible and the way is full of wonders.
Life under the Olive TreeLong time ago there happened something fabulous.
It took place in a country in which the sun meant it nearly too well with the animals. The soil could keep the sparse water only with great difficulties, if at all. It parched, got chaps and on its glittering surface it formed a crust as hard as stone.
The animals who lived there were true survivors. During the greatest heat they slept in the cool shade of a crippled tree. And in the late afternoon when the glowing fireball slowly sank at the horizon, the inhabitants of this world awoke.
Also Laila and her family belonged to them.
It was still silent under the big olive tree, the habitual p
Talk in the ancient language,
Let us hear you rush,
Oh, river-music, awake!
Tell us your tidings,
The old and the new,
Oh, stormwind, let you hear!
You wise old,
Creak and groan your lament,
Oh, trees of all woods!
Hark, human, listen
To wind and sea roaring,
To the sound of the leaves
And to the song of deciduous trees!
Hark, human, listen
To Mother Nature's choirs.
Sing with them again
The Four Elements of Nature
Never deal careless with the elements,
Treat them with respect,
Because they are powerful and otherwise can easily get out of control.
Here is to apply as well: Respect, attention, carefulness and conscious way how to deal with fire, water, air and earth And the creatures who will bring those energies to humanity!
According to an old tradition the air is the breath of life, the water is the potion of life, the fire is the warmth of life and The earth is the food of all life.
What would we be without them?
When we listen to our heart and look into our inner selves,
Then we will find the truth there
We only have to trust ourse
My thoughtsWhere are my thoughts?
My thoughts are not here.
They are far away
And drift in the distance.
Often I lifted my head and looked up to the moon.
Often I lowered the glance and thought of somewhere else.
When - finally - when I will be there
Where my heart feels drawn to?
No answer .... silence!
My wish will only stay a dream forever.
Being captured in this body,
Being captured in this time,
Being mingled with human society,
But being remembered that I will never feel quite human.
Where I belong?
I have dreamt that dream for long
And it stays always in my mind.
But I notice clearly fine
That only the ways of nature can be mi
Deeply rooted in Mother Earth
Like with thousand fine roots,
Each tree throngs to the depth
Like Mother Earth presented it
With sweet juices of life.
As it is deeply anchored in Her,
Rises to the light,
Under blossoms, under fruits,
Thankful shines and happily lives.
So you gave me power and blossoms,
Gave me fruits. So you are
My little Mother Earth,
I am deeply rooted in you!
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sat down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
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