Im neuen Licht

„Mit einem Freund durch die Dunkelheit zu gehen ist besser als allein im Licht zu gehen.“ — Helen Keller

What the world needs now

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„Tatsachen schafft man nicht dadurch aus der Welt, dass man sie ignoriert.“
Aldous Huxley

Time is (still) now

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the time is now!

Come gather around people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin‘
Then you better start swimmin‘
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin‘.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin‘ who
That it’s namin‘.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin‘.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin‘.
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin‘.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin‘.
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin‘.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin‘.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin‘

(c) Bob Dylan – „The times they are a-changin'“   1964

How many left?

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Silver~
„How many years of beauty do I have left?
she asks me.
How many more do you want?
Here. Here is 34. Here is 50.

When you are 80 years old
and your beauty rises in ways
your cells cannot even imagine now
and your wild bones grow luminous and
ripe, having carried the weight
of a passionate life.

When your hair is aflame
with winter
and you have decades of
learning and leaving and loving
sewn into
the corners of your eyes
and your children come home
to find their own history
in your face.

When you know what it feels like to fail
ferociously
and have gained the
capacity
to rise and rise and rise again.

When you can make your tea
on a quiet and ridiculously lonely afternoon
and still have a song in your heart
Queen owl wings beating
beneath the cotton of your sweater.

Because your beauty began there
beneath the sweater and the skin,
remember?

This is when I will take you
into my arms and coo
YOU BRAVE AND GLORIOUS THING
you’ve come so far.

I see you.
Your beauty is breathtaking.“

~ Jeannette Encinias

Time is now

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NOW

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