Jag längtar hem*

night sky 

 

Jag längtar hem*

Dörren bakom mig stängs

så ser jag åter ut över fältet

Vinden blåser

små flingor av snö

till drivor längs min väg

Långt borta flämtar svagt ett ljus

jag går mot ljuset för jag vet,

att där ljuset är där är jag hemma

Nålar av is biter i min unga hy

tårar trillar av ilska, av rädsla

Under smärtan känns där ändå glädje

det är söndag

Hemma finns mor och rykande choklad

sittande på stolen vid den öppna ugnsluckan

kommer mina frusna kinder att gnuggas varma

När smärtan är borta

kryper jag upp till far där han ligger med sin tidning

han kallar mig tuffing tar mina händer och så flyger jag på hans fötter

Så tänker jag ofta på livet

hur kallt fältet än blir

kan jag vara trygg för jag vet att därborta

vid det svaga ljuset

vid fältets slut

Väntar de jag älskar med värme och rykande choklad

Kenneth Kallin

Les Kenneth's fine brev om sitt opphold på Änglagård Livszentrum:

http://www.retreat.nu/nyheter!.htm  


You Make Me Feel Brand New

My love
I'll never find the words, my love
To tell you how I feel, my love
Mere words could not explain
Precious love
You held my life within your hands
Created everything I am
Taught me how to live again

Only you
Cared when I needed a friend
Believed in me through thick and thin
This song is for you
Filled with gratitude and love

God bless you
You make me feel brand new
For God blessed me with you
You make me feel brand new
I sing this song 'cause you
Make me feel brand new

My love
Whenever I was insecure
You built me up and made me sure
You gave my pride back to me
Precious friend
With you I'll always have a friend
You're someone who I can depend
To walk a path that never ends

Without you
My life has no meaning or rhyme
Like notes to a song out of time
How can I repay
You for having faith in me

Simply Red


The three forms of love: Eros, Philos, Agape

The three forms of love: Eros, Philos, Agape

     In 1986, when I was on the road to Santiago with my guide Petrus, we passed through the city of Logroño while a wedding was taking place. We ordered two glasses of wine, I prepared something to nibble on, and Petrus discovered a table where we could sit down together with the other guests.      The wedding couple cut an immense cake.      “They must love one another,” I thought aloud.      “Of course they love one another,” said a man in a dark suit sitting at our table. Have you ever seen anyone get married for any another reason?”      But Petrus did not let the question go unanswered:      “What type of love do you mean: Eros, Philos or Agape?”      The man looked at him without understanding a word.      “There are three words in Greek to designate love,” Petrus said. “Today you are seeing the manifestation of Eros, that sentiment between two persons.”      The bride and groom smiled for the cameras and received compliments from the guests.      “The two seem to love one another. In a short time they will be fighting alone for life, establishing themselves in a house and taking part in the same adventure: that’s what makes love grand and dignified. He will pursue his career, she probably knows how to cook and will make an excellent housewife because since she was a little girl she was brought up to do that. She will accompany him, they will have children and they will manage to build something together, they will be happy for ever.”      “Al of a sudden, however, this story could happen the other way around. He is going to feel that he is not free enough to show all the Eros, all the love that he has for other women. She may begin to feel that she has sacrificed a career and a brilliant life to accompany her husband. So, instead of creating together, each of them will feel robbed in their way of loving. Eros, the spirit that joins them, will start to display only his bad side. And what God had meant to be man’s most noble sentiment will begin to be a source of hatred and destruction.”      I looked around me. Eros was present in many couples. But I could sense the presence of Eros the Good and Eros the Evil, just like Petrus had described.      “Notice how odd it is,” continued my guide. “Despite being good or bad, the face of Eros is never the same in all persons.”      The band struck up a waltz. People moved to a small paved area in front of the band-stand to dance. The alcohol began to show its effect and they all became merrier and drenched in sweat. I noticed a girl dressed in blue who must have been waiting for this wedding just for the moment of the waltz to arrive because she wanted to dance with someone she had dreamed of embracing ever since she entered adolescence. Her eyes followed the movements of a young man, well dressed in a light-colored suit, who was sitting with a bunch of friends. They were talking away merrily, they had not noticed that the waltz had started, nor had they noticed that a few yards away a girl in blue was staring at one of them.      I thought of small towns, of marriages with the chosen boy, dreamed of ever since childhood.      The girl in blue noticed me looking at her and moved away. And as if the whole movement had been rehearsed, now it was the boy’s turn to seek her out with his eyes. Discovering that she was close to other girls, he went back to his lively conversation with his friends.      I drew Petrus’s attention to the two of them. He watched them exchanging glances for a while and then returned to his glass of wine.      “They act as if it were something shameful to demonstrate that they love one another,” was his only remark.      Another girl was staring at us, she must have been half our age. Petrus raised his glass, made a toast, the girl laughed in embarrassment and made a gesture pointing towards her parents almost in apology at not coming closer.      “That’s the beautiful side of love,” he said. “Love that challenges, love for two older strangers who have come from afar and tomorrow will already have parted down a road that she too would like to travel. The love that prefers adventure.”      Then he continued, pointing to an elderly couple:      “Look at those two: they haven’t let themselves be affected by hypocrisy, like so many others. They look like they are a couple of farm workers: hunger and need have obliged them to overcome many a difficulty together. They have discovered love through work, which is where Eros shows his most beautiful face, also known as Philos.”      “What’s Philos?”      “Philos is love in the form of friendship. It’s what I feel for you and others. When the flame of Eros no longer able to shine, it’s Philos who keeps couples together.”      “And what about Agape?”      “Agape is total love, the love that devours those that experience it. Whoever knows and experiences Agape sees that nothing else in this world is of any importance, only loving. This was the love that Jesus felt for humanity, and it was so great that it shook the stars and changed the course of man’s history.”      “During the millennia of the history of civilization, many people have been smitten by this Love that Devours. They had so much to give – and the world demanded so little – that they were obliged to seek out the deserts and isolated places because love was so great that it transfigured them. They became the hermit saints that we know today.”      “For me and you who have experienced another form of Agape, this life here may seem hard and terrible. Yet the Love that Devours makes everything lose its importance: these men live only to be consumed by their love.”      He took a pause.      “Agape is the Love that Devours,” he repeated once more, as if this was the phrase that best defined that strange type of love. “Luther King once said that when Christ spoke of loving our enemies he was referring to Agape. Because according to him, it was impossible to like our enemies, those who do us harm and try to make our daily suffering all the worse.”      “But Agape is a lot more than liking. It is a sentiment that invades everything, fills all the cracks and makes any attempt at aggression turn to dust.”      “There are two forms of Agape. One is isolation, life dedicated only to contemplation. The other is precisely the opposite: contact with other human beings, and enthusiasm, the sacred sense of work. Enthusiasm means trance, ecstasy, connecting with God. Enthusiasm is Agape directed at some idea, something.”      “When we love and believe in something from the bottom of our soul, we feel stronger than the world and we are imbued with a serenity that comes from the certainty that nothing can conquer our faith. This strange force makes us always make the right decisions at the right time, and we are surprised at our own capacity when we fulfill our objective.”      “Enthusiasm usually manifests itself in all its power in the early years of our life. We still have a strong tie with the divinity and we give ourselves with such zeal to our toys that dolls take on a life of their own and little tin soldiers manage to march. When Jesus said that the kingdom of Heaven belonged to the children, he was referring to Agape in the form of Enthusiasm. The children reached him without paying any attention to his miracles, his wisdom, the Pharisees and the apostles. They came happily, driven by Enthusiasm.”      “May you never lose your enthusiasm at any moment for the rest of your life: it’s your greatest strength, intent on the final victory. You cannot let it slip through your fingers just because as time passes we have to face some small and necessary defeats.”

Paulo Coelho

http://www.warriorofthelight.com/engl/ant.shtml

Copyright Paulo Coelho

Published with permision from author


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heart...fra en venn og må bare dele noen ord fra det brevet med dere:

"Hjertets budskap!

Det er ingenting spesielt som gjør oss lykkelige,

bare å elske det som er og gjøre det som barnestemmen i vårt hjerte sier!"

Takk kjære venn, du er en engel i mitt liv!

Klem Maya

PS. Jeg liker å få brev....


Soul Love

You breathe light into my shadows.

Lay the sun on my tears.

Your smile is my sunrise.

And you lay dawn on my fears.

Your heart whispers softly.

With meanings profound;

It's with my soul that I hear you.

When you speak without sound.

You are that journey I travel;

My thought's secret place.

Where my heart wanders freely;

Where your smile lights my face.

For you are that light;

That glow in my eyes.

You're that place inside me;

Where I see your sunrise.

You have touched me forever.

With the grace of a dove;

An eternity's treasure;

With your gift of soul love...

  

By JulieAnne:)