Changing the wheel I sit by the roadsideThe driver changes the wheel.I do not like the place I have come from.I do not like the place I am going to.Why with impatience do IWatch him changing the wheel? (Bertolt Brecht) About the author Bertolt Brecht (1898-1956) was a German poet, playwright and theatre director who… Les mer "Changing the wheel by Bertolt Brecht
When you’re here From here, oh,you can hold yourself,so you can laugh. Free to exploreall manner of things. When you’re here,an i in the O-cean,you’re no longer waitingfor something to happen or to change. When you’re hereyou have what you seek. Your heart opensto the gift you receive,that you are. You are drinking at the… Les mer "The Well of Being by Jean-Pierre Weill
Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of… Les mer "Stopping by the woods by Robert Frost
the radical moveis to enter each dayas a constant nowfree from the clawsof then and nextso you may take the open handof the momentnerved with pure being Maria Popova (2025, An Almanac of Birds) About the author Maria Popova is a Bulgarian-American essayist, cultural critic and poet who has built a devoted following through her… Les mer "The radical move by Maria Popova
Ikke spør, det er galt å vite, hvilke skjebner gudene oss skjenker. Ikke søk svar i guddommelige stjerner, hold ut og la hjertet ditt rette seg. Vintrene kommer, eller dette er vårt siste, bølger mot klippene er kastet. Hell din vin, drikk den sakte, la dine håp ebbe og gå. Tiden flyter mens vi snakker, grip dagen i dag, morgendagen er fjern og dyster.... Les mer "Carpe Diem (Ode om skjebnen, Horats 1:11)
