Its extremely hard sometimes to translate, or a lot the time, my Swedish poems to English. But I like to try. If anyone would like to give me small advices on how to get my words better in English, feel free. I would appreciate it.
Darkness attracts the infinity of space Gives silence to the struggle of the will Provides security for the eternal quest of the lost seeker
The Fragility of silver wire struggles in the silent embrace of the cloud, afraid to burst when resounding light strikes rhythmic against trembling ground mirror surface
10 minutes of sunshine and I feel so free again. 10 minutes took a tons of weight away from my shoulders.
I know its just for a little while, but it is.. and thats the only thing that matters.
Its so hard for others to understand how extremely good it feels to see that beautiful light. Every pore in the skin becomes happy. Every breath feels like freshness to the fullest. Every caress of the sunbeam creates a softness on the face.
To live in such a dark country in winter requires the ability to absorb the good. Not to get light during day time eats of your body and soul. Scientifically proven, we get a deficiency of vitamin D and it can create depressions and other issues.
But just to look at the sun, try to save that image in my mind make life easier. On the 22 of december its the darkest day of the year. It last for 3 days but after that we will slowly slowly get a bit more light in to our lifes. Usually I can feel it in the middle of januari, those small minutes do so much. When we come to that point where I suddenly discover that I dont have to have all electric lights on for the same amount of time. That day is worth gold.
Its that day when I start to long for the day that I can sit outside on the porch with a warm blanket on my legs, with a hot coffee in my hand, and my face turned up to the sky. Its that day that i start to long for getting to wear a thinner jacket and put away hat and gloves.
Its that day that my eyes start to look for signs of spring. Small signs that nature are slowly waking up again.
I end today with a little poem that popped up in my mind, sorry for not being so good in English, but I give it a try.
Give word to tones create music of silence preserve the feeling of living memories in your soul.
Stimulating seductive allure
see my inner self
treat my being
with the utmost respect
You only have me
there is only one like me
I am your mother nature