BLOG MIRELLIUM : Chciałabym aby ten blog był żywy i ciepły a nie formalny i pusty.
Zapraszam Was do wzięcia aktywnego udziału w nim, by był kreatywniejszy....;-)
Nieskonczenie daleko moje mysli odbiegaja w dal, by zlapac kazdy koniec dnia i przyciagnac tak blisko do serca aby uczucie zadowolenia trwalo i mozna czuc sie szczesliwym wewnetrznie.
Gdyz szczesliwosc zewnetrzna bywa czesto pozorowana, zaklocajac "nieszczesliwosc" wewnetrzna, dajac jej wyraz w spolecznej komorce, zaglebiamy sie w swoiste niedomowienia naszych potrzeb i oczekiwan.
Utulone jesiennym szalem z roznokolorowych lisci usypia to drzewko w poszukiwaniu nocnych podmuchow wiatru na jej sterczacych wokol galazkach.
Dretwieje w pol, ale to tylko w mrozne poranki, by w blasku jesiennego slonca nastroszyc swe listki i ogrzac sie choc na chwilke.
Rozmarzona ale i zatroskana o swe wciaz opadajace liscie, snuje plany wiosenne, gdy znow radosnie zielone swe liscie rozwieje jak i wiosna i my i drzewko to ma nadzieje.
written by mirellium, copyrights by mirellium, October 2008
THE TREE OF HOPE.
CLAD IN THE AUTUMN SHAWL FROM COLOURFUL LEAVES THIS TREE SLOWY SLEEPS IN SEARCH OF NIGHT WIND BREEZES IN HER PROTRUDING EVERYWHERE BRANCHES.
SHIVERS DOWN HER SPINE IN HALF, BUT ONLY DURING FROSTY MORNINGS, SO AS TO SPREAD OUT ITS LEAVES AND WARM HERSELF AT LEAST FOR A MOMENT.
BEING DREAM-LIKE BUT ALSO A BIT WORRIED ABOUT THE LEAVES STILL FALLING DOWN, PONDERS ABOUT HER SPRING PLANS, WHEN AGAIN FULL OF JOY HER GREEN LEAVES WILL BE BLOWN AWAY. AS A SPRING, WE AND THIS TREE HAVE THE HOPE.
Armand E. - always inspiring. Armand is also SMART in both meanings of this word. Thanks for the inspirational thoughts whilst I was in England last year.
O para ....prawdach. Mimo, ze odeszles i tak z biegiem lat pamiec o Tobie bedzie wiecznie trwac wsrod naszych umyslow " parapsychologicznych prawd".
Gdy ruszyles w ta podroz niby nieznana dla nas, Wiedziales juz dobrze i ze na nas nadejdzie ten czas.
I my czekajac dojrzewamy by Twoj umysl ogarnac, Nielatwa to sprawa, ale kazdy dzien uczy nas by doznac wszechistniejacych wokol " parapsychologicznych prawd".
Do zobaczenia na spotakaniu naszych obopolnych mysli Adasiu!
Race of life as revisited and revised from the original version - 18May 2007- is dedicated to my mentor - JPII on the 30th anniversary of his papacy and my birth year.
Race of life is unbelievably surprising every day one finds something exceptional and unprecedented to oneself.
Race of life is searching for the unknown and infeasible being caught in one's dreams and intermingled thinking, one cannot feel lost at all, but discovers the truth of the eternity within and rejoices in God.
Race of life may be unbearable only for those who are not aware of the eternal truths.
Race of life is inconsistently fast but meaningful, not stupid. One can feel only happy always.
Race of life is quick but eternal. Race of life is one moment in time but this everlasting time.
Race of life is birth and death and all what is and comes after. One cannot doubt in it at all.
Race of life is like a circle, the miracle of God's creation in you.
Race of life is to find something in-between which makes us eternal from the beginning to the end.
Don't hesitate to look beyond in your endless life as your life has no borders.
A poem from Jenny Jelly from Sheffield given in August 2008.
ALL KINDS OF EVERYTHING.....
All kinds of everything Snowdrops and daffodils, butterflies and bees Sailboats and fishermen things of the sea. Wishing wells,wedding bells, early morning dew All kinds of everything remind me of you.....
Seagulls and aeroplanes, things of the sky Winds that go howling, breezes that sigh City sights, neon lights, grey skies or blue All kinds of everything remind me of you.
Summer time, winter time Spring and autumn too. Monday, Tuesday, every day I think of you.
Dances, romances, things of the night Sunshine and holidays, postcards to write Budding trees, autumn leaves, A snowflake or two All kinds of everything remind me of you.....
Summer time, winter time Spring and autumn too Seasons will never change The way that I love you.
Dances, romances, things of the night Sunshine and holidays, postcards to write. Budding trees, autumn leaves, a snowflake or two. All kinds of everything remind me of you. All kinds of everything remind me of you.
Do you know who is the author or the origin of these verses?
Sometimes I swear I do not doubt in hope, sometimes I wonder why? sometimes I trust in me, how brave one can be to overcome the pain and all these small sufferings each day in us, created by our thinking and underpinned by the reality.
Whenever something bad happens, we tend to withdraw and hide inside our body, to survive the battle of our real vision of all day-to-day actions.
Hopeless as we are, and though pretending to be invincible, our shame and our fears, all the anxieties prevail, our hope conquers all and only love makes our lives meaningful and happy enough.....
Miejsce : Mogielnica i okolice. Star number one: Marcin L. Opracowanie: mirellium Zdjecia: Marcin L. Marcin L: Wiesz jaka jest zawsze mysl po takiej glebie???? Mirellium: O Boze, przezylem... Marcin L:U kazdego wystarczajaco mocno zakreconego rowerzysty? A rower caly? i kto chcialby grac w takie klocki? mirellium: oj ja tak bardzo....
Who finds a faithful friend, finds a treasure. Chi trova un amico, trova un tesoro. Quien tiene un amigo, tiene un tesoro. Wer einen treuen Freund findet, findet einen wahren Schatz. Celui qui trouve un ami loyal trouve un tresor.