Suchergebnisse für „raspberry“ – What I have realised

Thankful to the life

admin — Thu, 17 Aug 2023 14:13:27 +0000

On a hike I am grateful for every raspberry that is given to me and satisfies my hunger.

We can be just as grateful when we go shopping in Aldi or Rewe. And not thankful to Messrs Rewe or Aldi, but thankful to the life that nourishes us so selflessly.

Oh you dear raspberry hedge, on a late day in September

admin — Sat, 12 Aug 2023 13:00:35 +0000

Oh you dear raspberry hedge, on a late day in September I feast on your late and all the sweeter, oh so wonderful fruits, the sun warming me on my skin. Here thoughts flow in peace and security. Here is only love and mutual give and take. Here is unity. Here the word forms between meditative gazes into the green in search of the sweet red and the grateful enjoyment of such a glorious gift. Movement in slowness and thoughtfulness. In perception of meaning in this ensemble of time and place and being….

Everything is vibration. Everything vibrates between pain and security and everything arises from this pulsation of infinite different states of vibration. This day, these raspberries, this warmth, this benefit, this love. This thought. Far the pendulum swings into the realm of love, of security, of oneness. Because it is so. Not because I want it that way. Because I don’t want anything. All wanting is also vibration stimulated by vibration and vibration and eternally so on. Vibration is so I. ‚Frightening!‘ some exclaim. ‚Where is then my I!?‘ But also this questioner is vibration. And stimulated by the vibration of my thought, he answers in such a way, as this stimulation pretends to him. „‚He‘ is vibration more in pain. Therefore: ‚Terrifying!‘ „I“ am vibration more in security. Therefore: ‚Most deliciously secure.‘ Everything vibrates at some point only in the security. And rests in the sense. „To depart is to return.“ says the Dao. He who now vibrates in pain will also return. To unity. To trust. To love. To the sense.

Oh, you old raspberry hedge!

admin — Sat, 12 Aug 2023 12:51:20 +0000

Oh, you old raspberry hedge! How grateful I am to you! For months you have been giving me gifts! Every day new blushes of fruit come out of your shoots. For months. Every day You please me. And I gratefully accept. And I thank You for Your gifts with every plucking of Your fruits.

There I see them! You wave them at me. Slightly hidden by the protective green of the leaves. An invitation! An invitation to share. To be given a gift. To enjoyment. To the good deed! And I pluck gently at the fruit. No! It is not ready yet. Maybe not ready for me. It is still firm. But the one next to it. It has sprung there for me. I may take it with the great feeling of good intention, of goodwill and security. Of being given. Of love. So unresistingly and so easily it releases itself between my gentle fingers. It is almost a caress. A tender caress only.

You loving, beloved raspberry hedge. So with each pluck I give thanks, with each pluck I feel the meaning. The gift for me or the gift for another. You share justly, for you share selflessly in quiet joy. Thank You, thank You, I say with each gift I may take from You.

No thorn pricks me. And if it does, then I feel: it’s enough. Now the rest remains for others. Tomorrow… or perhaps already tonight, I may return. Then I may receive again, the new, the fresh red that has sprouted from you, and I may feel love and give love.

You old raspberry hedge. In you sees the ideal of the world, who keeps the view directed to the eternal. Thank you! For the good you do me.