Tove

The agile movements of the little people
is heard as a whispering
which is mixed with twitter of the birds
the melody of the forest is heard
by those who listen with the heart

Gauzy wet wings are cautious unfolded
searchingly whirring,
arms are lifted towards the light
that has opened the flower in which she slept.

Wonderful scents and colours
meet the senses …

in the land of childhood
the grown-ups
took our dreams away
and put them
in small squared moulds

today we ourselves
burn them
to unrecognizability

the grown-ups thought
they did us…

Wander in the faitytale land of snow
standing still on the crystal bridge
which crosses the frozen river of light

On the ice dances her fairy friends
with the wings hidden in silk
shimme…

behind the door of friendship
is the courage for
life and love born

in the cool goldenness of October
silence is singing
the light into our heart

the biggest ambivalence lies in
life’s demonic fascination of
triumph of death

in death we saw the light of transfiguration,
the light we had never sensed,
and yet our hearts knew it long before,
the light had been shining for ever

Toe walking is necessary
if we don’t want to put
too deep footprints on earth

if you think this moment
is difficult to deal with
you must try the next one

You lie in my arms and listen
while I tell you about the angel
that takes care of you,
the beautiful angel with eyes
that shines like the sun,
wearing a dress of stars.

Your big eyes lo…

Ten birds flying over the sky
are better
than one bird in a cage

As saved wreckage
from another life
we are learning from
the sensitivity of pain
to see with our inner fire
and leave place
for the white night

To reach the light
we will have to go through
the darkness

Blue as the shining trembling of the water
float the shadows through the wood
the clear singing of wisdom
turns green in reality of life

If negative plus negative
results in positive
this world should be
the most wonderful place
to live in

Through the soft colours of the night
the fairies dance with the moonbeams
in their shining play.

Starsprinkle falls and sings beauty
into the fairies play with
the mischievous moonballe…

To embrace one baby
is worth more
than one million dollars
in the bank

We don’t need to worry
about worries
they turn up without invitation

The play of coincidences
is an illusion
there is always a reason
for things to happen