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Month: August, 2013

a snowy week

that past week was so cold, rainny and hard…stay out of the house was hard…the rainny and mist cold weather turned on difficult to walk…streets full of cars…peoples walking fast…at some cities near I live the snow covered the places…since yesterday the weather pulse presented a sunny day…warmth temperatures…and some rescue of comfort out of house…there’s some beauty in any season…there’s some joy in any path…watching today through the window I see three tress with some fresh colourful blossom…it’s the impatient spring coming…there’s joy in any path…feeling of love too

embracing mystery

and while I was watching to the full moon of August…I noticed how the perception of nature is helpful to remind the mystery of life…with a lovely sight…just at the times when the veil of misty and cold night…the shinning moonlight…at closer sight…the night whirlwind at my head…i stand for a while wistful…and after a feeling of such a mystery at heaven…I felt like a child watching and talking to the moon…and to the wind…and I whispered lovely words that keep blowing in the wind…to reach all peoples and beloved ones…since a long time I feel each star at skies was born from a lovely tear drop…lovely tear drop…this everlasting love…that soothing and love stilness…despite anything…no matter about my personal worries, because the love feeling embrace me too as also a human being…as also a lovely mystery…and at this point of this writing…I realize that I like to write…hard are the first words and phrases…this way…I’m never alone…the moon…the stars…the birds…and we…me and the thee consumate we…never alone…we keep on together…to all futures…that sweet togetherness of a lovely house…where my heart is…our common home

so cold and rainny saturday

all this past week was cold…tuesday and wednesday was hot days, but were the announce of another frosty weather wave…it’s rainning since thursday and that cold and rainny days keep on till today, saturday…at wednesady it’s was possible to enjoy the full moon…such a beautiful golden full moon at sundown, and so beautiful at night…wednesday’s night was a blinking and silvery night…the moon light turn on blue the sky…and the stars were shinning as glowing lamps at sky…watching to the moon somehow I was talking to the moon…some kind words of gratitude and prayer…at a sight…I felt a deep sigh…lovely sigh…embracing the mystery and that so lovely full moon night…open ninght…open heart…deep sigh

golden garden

and at this sunny saturday…such a joy to take some writing down…here…and from where I write…I see a sunny blanket upon my small garden…I care of it…the flowers seems to share with me that sunny day…I dress up muself…to take out of house…to spend the time lovely…each bit of time…at that city…the sky is blue…and the sundown is the beginning of an open silvery night…to share togetherness…to take some look at that blissful night…open heart…to meet so sweet open night…and all possibilities…a party inside me…and at heaven…no clouds, just the blue skies…some new flowers at the garden…sharing the party too

Julie

yesterday…after my office work day…such a sweet surprise!…after a golden sundown closing that friday…the promise of a sunny saturday…still at my office I received the visit of a welcomed friend…and her baby…Julie…a baby with two months years old…she was born on July…I hold this baby in my arms…she was sleeping…and while I hold on her deep near my heart…in silence I whispered to her how much I love her…that kind of love at first sight…and I feel her love to me too…I felt our love share…no words…just staying so close…so joyous baby!,…and I close the door just missing her…inviting for another date…and with a joyfull heart… I walked at the street…a short walk…grateful to sense Julie…and all love we felt…grateful to all blessings I received…and all goodness I share…at street, at a glance…I could see the crescent moon and the stars…and say to myself….remembering a song of L. Armostrong…such a wonderful world!

so cold and rainny week

past week..all days cold…so frosty rainny days and nights…I’ve worked a lot and I’m caught up with the compromises and duties…i notice that I can’t write during the week days…the time passes so fast!,…these oceanic days…misty and cloudy atmosphere…and when the night comes…the need to come back home…take a soothing bath…and try to sleep earlier…to stay ready to face another days with fresh mind…willingness and good will…perhaps I’m almost an old man…definitely not young…this way…even though…that winter is hard for stay at streets…to acomplish the daily out-of-house tasks…it’s hard to walk…to go on with the flow of cars and peoples at streets…I like to long walkings…and trips…but these cold rainny days I felt aren’t the places I like to ride…at these streets in the city I live…I like that city…its the city I was born…despite that winter coldness…I could listen some new bird songs…and sense some birds are preparing them to fly to other lands…since some tiny spring signs are sensible too…but perhaps I am not yet so old man…I face the rainny cold winter…but I love to stay at home…and take some rest…take some sweet tea cup…listen to some good music…read something…write a little…and be grateful when still praying I fall in deep sleep…and at every morning wake up listening the little joyous birds at my bedroom window…they face the forsty dawns…me too…some sweet togetherness

never alone

there are many ways to stay together…at every morning I wake up with the birds singing at my bedroom window…where they builded a nest…form time to time they fly to new horizons, and return to their nest…donne of clay and grass…these birds are an inspiration…and with them…I’m never alone…I feel the love bond…between everything…such lovely experience…and I’m so grateful to return writting here…our common home…where and when and beyond…I feel my beloved ones…fellows…and friends…if I do write…I write also for you…and your reading…is a blessing and loving feeling

waters

and after one day of walking facing the rain…cold rain…it seems tha rain was a kind of bathing…cleansing the city…the streets…so cold rain!,…coming back home…the bathing in tepid water rescued me from the hard cold rain…and after a good meal…so simple cooked…such a wonderful day…I feel the child inside me playing fun and trustful…as was in my childhood…I’m not so young neither so old…that sense of the taste…that sense of the body…help track my feet on the ground…and my soul in endless heaven…and sense I’m in good stand…in that autumn season of my life…sensing a trustful heart…now I watch through the window…and the birds sing a tender song…joyously…I guess…at their natural bath

water

and from a rainny week…today is a sunny sunday although many clouds at sky, but in between the cloudy cotton figures the blue sky leads me to watch a soothing heaven…I didn’t have noticed how I also like the sun…this day is a gift…cold…sunny…lovely…reminding me the pulse of the days and seasons…as if the seasons are also expressions of my soul…my beloved moon also likes the sun…and they keep dancing in despite of all…I like dance…I like so much!,…and winter is my favorite dancing blend…some shake…and much tenderness…perhaps autumn and winter express myself soul…body…and spirit…I like my house…and my home is where my heart is…my sentiment of love is…one love…so big home

a rainny and cold week

the winter is hard this year…all past week almost all days were cold and embebbed in a frosty rain…I worked a lot and I could have to take many walkings at streets…but I have many umbrellas…during some rambling task…the rain drops and my tears drops were a solely one…and for a while I remembered something I’ve read so long time ago…from each tears drop a new star is born…today is sunday…father’s day…and I send to him my praise and prayers…may I can honr him always