Through another looking glass

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“Take a look through the glass, see what is on the other side, of history, to be more precise” Gun Roswell

Through another looking glass

The ancient vibes, through this very window thrive

The lush and green nature, the unexpected adventure

Waiting, for the present day traveller, just on the other side

If you feel daring enough, taking a deep dive

Into the very past of us all, the history, where time has stalled

Open the window, and take a good look around

Because there are so many wonders to be found

Just out there, outside the window of your home

Simply step though, the other looking glass

And don’t worry, you will be able to pass

Into the history behind the transparent barrier

As this, designated entryway is the very carrier

For anyone wanting to visit, their own past

There is coffee in the pot

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“There should always be coffee ready and waiting, especially for those who simply cannot get through the day without this fine organic suspension ever made” Gun Roswell

There is coffee in the pot

The coffee made ready for all those thirsty ones, who can always appreciate a really good cup, no matter whether with milk or even sugar, or perhaps cold, as some of them might be so totally bold and also daring to drink from the coffee pot, even if the machine had turned off a long while ago.

And for those brave souls, who would drink the somewhat stale liquid, without even one blink of the eye, will later be rewarded, with a fresh pot of the hot stuff, which will make the weakest of the spoons melt as soon as the hollow object will be introduced into the cup where the substance is poured into, and it would be such a sin too, to late any single drop go to waste.

So, drink up, whether cold or hot, the coffee being poured into the cup, from the large container gently known as a pot, and should you find the pot empty at any point in time, simply make sure to fill it with water and grains and then put it on a fiery frame, as the pot should never be kept empty.

The Winter’s Moon

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“The moon comes out, no matter the time of the year, it does not care, just because it can, it will, appear.” Gun Roswell

The Winter’s Moon

The moon shining in the early evening hours, having come out, from behind the curtains, not really having been hiding, just, hanging up there, waiting for the right moment, to make its appearance, now that sun doesn’t dominate the skies, as it is, winter time and so, taking its special place, for the length of the nigh, being at its fullest, which is always nice.

And so all of us moon worshipers gathering out there, in the cold night air, simply to be able to pay homage and howl at the round moon.

The way down

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“Take the steps one at the time and trust in that you will be fine, as wherever you end up, just remember to smile” Gun Roswell

The way down

The steps ahead leading to a place, somewhere else than where you stand right now as no one really in stays, in the same allotted time and space and so, daring to take the first step is the beginning of a long and lingering journey, with plenty more stairs to share, but as long as keeping in mind the burning flare, the one deep inside, the world, galaxy open wide will become the travelled path which for an eternity will last.

The watcher on the ledge

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“The small bird keeps on singing its song all day long, but, are you really listening?“ Gun Roswell 

The watcher on the ledge

The bird who on the ledge keeps on sitting, sometimes it might be singing, but often times, only watching, observing, taking notes, of all those around and below, just in the hopes, that maybe, someone would sometime read them and then, maybe learn from the past experiences of all the others making their mistakes, which this observer of a kind, has painstakingly recorded for all mankind, for the future reference for a much needed learning experience in them to find.

So, next time around, when you spot a bird, on the higher ground, sitting on the ledge up there, maybe even singing a few songs, for your pleasure, just to make you feel safe, and then give you some much needed strength, even for the moment as theses birds are there only to replay, those past events in the form of a song. And whether you are listening in to the wisdom in there is really up to you, so please do, listen carefully, and maybe you can learn something important too.

The waiting maid by the door

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“Those who served in the past, with little or none in compensation and with too much to do, never a moment to their own, only a resting place in the end” Gun Roswell

The waiting maid by the door

The young woman stood there, by the door, not sure whether she could step inside, onto the floor, after all, she was there only for one purpose, to serve, the family, those who would have her, a labourer for the day, working for minimal wage.

She wasn’t educated by any means, but what she lacked in knowledge, she always managed to compensate with courage and hard labour, never the one to shy away from any given task, no matter how hard and long it would last.

When the working day was done, staring in the early morning hours and ending by nightfall, when the rest of the family had fallen, sleep catching, as only then was she allowed to take a rest, for a few hours until the next arriving day break.

This circle of her life went on for years to come, until she was finally done, getting a proposal from the farmer’s son and off and married she was, not her goal in life, but way back when, this was how a woman’s life was spent… or then again, perhaps, it wasn’t in the so distant past after all?

The views ever changing 

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“The winter weather never ceases to amaze the onlooker, the changes happening on an almost daily bases, from warm to cold and snow to sleet, and this only during one week” Gun Roswell

The views ever changing 

The window view is never boring, the scenery always and forever changing, while every day bringing something new to see, the many faces of winter some say is way too fleeing a season, even if it seems to be lasting forever at least from the point of view of the viewer, having seen nothing but the varied stages of sleet, snow, ice and the same all over again for several months on end. But the scene set before the large frame of the glass, seems to still have something new to show every day passing, whether the sprinkles of ice frozen there until the plus degrees causes them so melt and instead, the trickles of water form patterns changing for each passing moment. So, guess there can be no complaints of why and how long the winter here will stay, at least not to those enjoying watching the views from the warm and comfortable inside, even if there is a snowy winter mess out side waiting to be explored, that is if you dare to take the trip out there, maybe find out even more of the changes.

The Spotlight Seat

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“The spotlight is always there, on you, wherever you may want to take a respite, a seat in peace and quiet, someone is always, watching every single time, that is the curse, of the spot!“ Gun Roswell

The Spotlight Seat

The seat in the shadows, in a silent and secure spot, supposedly, away from prying eyes, from the many gazes of those whom might thing, taking a respite, is proof of lazy, that anyone wanting to simply sit for a while, letting all others pass by, is something, totally wild and should never be done?

But how wrong are they? As even if for a moment, legs up, butt down you may stay, in that one secure spot chosen for a moment, perhaps, if lucky enough, for a day? As sometimes, taking some time off from it all, as time will never stall, no matter how badly you may want it, it’s a piece of shit, time that is, and never lets you forget, who it is in charge.

So, before those stalkers around, will let you forget, that they are always there, always vigilant and watching, just, close your eyes, never mind the spices, enjoy the little while, in the spotlight of a seat, ignore the heated gazes of the rest of them, and simply concentrate, on the special moment,  for the short spell.

May the 4th be with you!

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May the 4th be with you!

In a galaxy far far away
To the dark side you may stray
Because you just wanted a holiday
A little weekend escape
With the stormtroopers parade
Just stay in the shade

But after hanging out with Vader
He would surely be the traitor
Hogging all the toilet paper
And sending you to meet your maker
You realized sooner or later
…It was time to flee this theatre

Back on track with team Yoda, 
Or these days, even Baby Yoda
I may be missing the scotch and soda
Laying lazily on a soft sofa
But soon it will be time for yoga
And later on TV some Oprah
Who said I could not fill my quota!

Happy Star Wars day to one and all!
And may the Force be with you, always!

The Snow and the Bike

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“There is nothing to riding a bike, in winter, on the snow, on ice… slippery slides ahead!“ Gun Roswell

The Snow and the Bike

The snowy ride on a bike, can be a strife, unless you have prepped properly, for the weathers ahead, the snow, the ice, the sleet, the frozen degrees, well, guess winter tires are just what you seek?

Then the ride smooth will be, unless, the road ahead, is frozen over several times and the tracks are filled with all kinds of rocky slime and grime? 

Well, whatever the weather might just throw the bikers way, rest assured they will simply not care as biking is most certainly in their blood and well, peddling up and down?