Dante`s Prayer

When the dark wood fell before me

And all the paths were overgrown

When the priests of pride say there is no other way

I tilled the sorrows of stone

I did not believe because I could not see

Though you came to me in the night

When the dawn seemed forever lost

You showed me your love in the light of the stars

Cast your eyes on the ocean

Cast your soul to the sea

When the dark night seems endless

Please remember me

Then the mountain rose before me

By the deep well of desire

From the fountain of forgiveness

Beyond the ice and fire

Cast your eyes on the ocean

Cast your soul to the sea

When the dark night seems endless

Please remember me

Though we share this humble path, alone

How fragile is the heart

Oh give these clay feet wings to fly

To touch the face of the stars

Breathe life into this feeble heart

Lift this mortal veil of fear

Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears

We'll rise above these earthly cares

Cast your eyes on the ocean

Cast your soul to the sea

When the dark night seems endless

Please remember me

Please remember me

By

Loreena Mckennitt

What build`s character strength?
And what does it demand having a worthy definition of the choices one make…
If we can will we sacrifice..
When the hour is upon us
Will we be there when it actually require something bigger of us?
When we have to put a side our own egos
is it a question ?..
No it’s a truth
It’s the hidden agenda of the world
We need to be more then what we are
we need to give
Give in its whole meaning
We all are bound to it
Even if we don’t or if we do something about it
To be a link...
We need to open our eyes
Help the victims ,
Help the ones less fortunate…
But some of us chose to pass
Not really knowing it’s a privilege to help others
some of us becomes indolent when we understand we have to give up to some extend common materialistic things...
But one has to stand unmoved
Because It require courage,
it demands endurance to be the one that walks up the violent hill...
It demands nothing of us just too simply role down a slope...
We can compare it with being in a martle-battle, we endure it because we know in our harts what is right and what isn’t...
We can compare it with building character strength...

Some spend lifetimes being bitter and resentful ..
let it go
Fore losing what you have does not matter
That is you
You that will be found
It is you that will be loved
then being bitter…
It’s a waist of your life’s
raise above your enemy’s
raise above yourselves

embrace wath`s good in life
This is character strength..

Therese Herheim 06.06.

I where here once

In my thoughts lay a conquest
And I remember
The wind in between the leafs
And I embraced by it
And it embraced by my enthusiasm
My conquest
And we know,
And do not you
That the wisdom it contains is abroad infinite
With my unblemished thoughts
And we know
therefore i do not need to answer
through
I am
I am

Therese Herheim. 03.06

By William Shakepeare

Shall i compare thee to a summer`s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,
And summer`s lease hath all too short a date
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm`d
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature`s changing course, untrimm`d
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor shall lose possession of that fair thou owest
Nor shall Death brag thou wander`st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee

Words are just words, alone they contain nothing..

Jeg tok meg ikke tid
Til å kjenne regndråpene falle ned på mitt ansikt
i det jeg tittet opp mot himmelen for å finne tilhørighet,
Om så mine øyne visste hvor de befant seg.
Jeg tok meg ikke tid til å løpe gjennom slettene utenfor mitt hus
om så min kropp lengtet etter det
Jeg sa alltid jeg elsker deg som en gjentagelse
om så mitt sinn ønsket å si mer..
jeg gråt alltid tårer av fortvielse
om så mitt hjerte var overveldet av drømmer
jeg befant meg i ulykkelige omstendigheter
om så mine ønsker var tilstedeværende i mine tanker
jeg tok meg aldri tid til å se hvem jeg kunne hjelpe
jeg forsvarte aldri dette hjerte, dette legeme, dette sinn
mot mennesker som ville forandre det
om så min sjel visste hvem jeg var

Therese herheim oktober 04