“There are a few times in life when you leap up and the past that you’d been standing on falls away behind you, and the future you mean to land on is not yet in place, and for a moment you’re suspended knowing nothing and no one, not even yourself. … … In spite of …
Reading the page 114 of A Matter of Death and Life by Irvin and Marilyn Yalom. Suddenly, I have a better understanding of the poem – Farewell by Eduard Mörike. “How can you speak so lightly about this? I cannot bear the thought of your dying.” – Irvin Yalom said, as his wife, Marilyn Yalom …
It is one of the most beautiful words in the German language, one of the most beautiful traits of the German essence, a term that, for example, the French would envy us fervently…. Es gehört mit zu den schönsten Worten der deutschen Sprache, zu den schönsten Zügen des deutschen Wesens, ein Begriff, um den uns …
“See! The splendour roses in garden!”“Yeah, they are wonderful. Also they are selected to grow on your grave.”“Look! the two black little horses is leaping lively on the meadow!”“Their pace would become slow when they are transporting your corpse. It may be very soon this would happen.” What a rich wisdom is hidden in this …
Happy to look at those promising flower bud of my African Violet and flowers in my garden.
Woke up by birds chirping at dawn is beautiful, only it’s far too early in the morning. Usually, I will continue to sleep again until the alarm clock ring. One morning, I woke up by a bird singing. The singing was so wonderful that I have to pay attention to it. Melodious, low and high …
The merman sing again, the peaceful world restored. His music is more powerful, his voice touched human heart. He is still singing when the starry night fall.
Finally, the time has come to share with you my favourite poem Septembermorgen by Eduard Mörike about my favourite season – Autumn. It is talking about on a September morning, where the woods and the fields are still dreaming, but soon you will see the Autumn – the golden world. And I, on a September …
Eine Liebe kenn ich, die ist treu, War getreu, solang ich sie gefunden, Hat mit tiefem Seufzen immer neu, Stets versöhnlich, sich mit mir verbunden. Welcher einst mit himmlischem Gedulden Bitter bittern Todestropfen trank, Hing am Kreuz und büsste mein Verschulden, Bis es in ein Meer von Gnade sank. Und was ists nun, …