LEAVES IN TRONDHEIM
LEAVES IN TRONDHEIM
I will never forget
this autumn in Trondheim.
A real picture of nature,
a colourful flood of leaves ...
in the city’s heart.
Golden flowers flew like seagulls
dancing over cafe tables
around Nidaros Cathedral
and when the wind blew firmly
with its autumnal message,
rusty carpets blanketed our ground.
I will never forget
these past leaves in Trondheim,
when I felt like a little drop
within a sea of inwardness;
like a serene leaf that vanishes
and merges from eternal harmony.
DANSE
MACABRE OF LEAVES
When a wild wind blows
With November nostalgy persistent,
Days fall down one after another
From a Tree-Life like a tears...
Among misty dance and lonely evenings,
Such is the autumn, a great teacher of humility,
A silent lesson for the soul that broods-
Of nocturne concert within the circle-fate...
Wherefore the autumn anew
Like a danse macabre of leaves
And sure-fire reminder of timeless truth
Before the last journey...
When a wild wind blows
With November nostalgy persistent,
Days fall down one after another
From a Tree-Life like a tears...
Among misty dance and lonely evenings,
Such is the autumn, a great teacher of humility,
A silent lesson for the soul that broods-
Of nocturne concert within the circle-fate...
Wherefore the autumn anew
Like a danse macabre of leaves
And sure-fire reminder of timeless truth
Before the last journey...
CONTRASTS
with your first cry
many tears of happiness and joy
unlimited bliss
that you are
the trees have come into leaf
with your last breath
only deep well of sorrow
unlimited grief
as you vanish and embrace the night
black leaves dance in the fog
with your first cry
many tears of happiness and joy
unlimited bliss
that you are
the trees have come into leaf
with your last breath
only deep well of sorrow
unlimited grief
as you vanish and embrace the night
black leaves dance in the fog
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