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Vooruitsig

Kop omhoog met ferm tree trap ons voort oë gerig op die horison soekend na die plek waar die son gaan slaap.

Met strak oog frons op die voorkop trek ons Noord. Opdraendes uit soekend na hoër grond en die oog van die stroom.

Deur kabbelende kalmte en vlammende velde van fynbos. Deur woude vol skadu en waters van rus. Oppad na ons blye vooruitsig.

#afrikaans #rat race #poësie #poetry #life #time #stop and smell the daisies

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Weekend Hashtag Project: #WHPmyhometown

Weekend Hashtag Project is a series featuring designated themes & hashtags chosen by Instagram’s Community Team. For a chance to be featured on the Instagram blog, follow @instagram and look for a photo announcing the weekend’s project every Friday.

This weekend’s tag was #WHPmyhometown, which asked participants to capture photographs of their hometown in honor of Instagram’s 25 new & improved translations! Every Monday we feature some of our favorite submissions from the project, but be sure to check out the rest here.

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#PowerTumblr #iOS #app #photo

Hierna

Ek wonder of ek verbaas sal wees

wanneer my hart ophou klop

(eendag)

en my asem stop,

en my wees hou op?

Sal ek verbaas wees

as ek na onder dryf

weg van die lewe se dun oppervlak

en van onder kyk hoe die son

se glans

op sy deinings dans?

Ek wonder of ek verbaas sal wees

as ek in plaas van sink

(of moet swem) sweef

en ek vind die dood is soos leef

maar ligter;

sonder my lyf se letsels,

tradisie se kettings,

wêreldse wette

en ander mensgemaakte reëls?

Sal ek verbaas wees as ek leer

dat ons almal deel is van God,

een wit wolk liefde,

sonder seer, sonder vrees,

die vaders, die seuns;

een groot heilige gees.

Ek wonder of ek nie verbaas sal wees,

(alhoewel ek dit nie verstaan nie)

as ek ontsnap van die vlees,

en jou daar sien staan nie?

#afrikaans #dood #hiernamaals #Afrikaans

Getoor

Die bosfee?

Sy kan toor.

En in plaas dat jy

'n wens kan kry,

kan jy jou hart verloor.

#verlief #afrikaans #toor

Getoor

Die bosnimf?

Sy kan toor.

En in plaas dat jy

'n wens kan kry

kan jy jou hart verloor.

#afrikaans #hart #liefde #verlief

Don't give up

You've got a reason to live. Can't forget: You only get what you give! - The New Radicals

#banksy #graffiti

Brené Brown studies vulnerability, courage, authenticity, and shame.

#vulnerability #fear #love #shame #authenticity #courage

You may think that I’m talking foolish You've heard that I’m wild and I’m free You may wonder how I can promise you now This love that I feel for you always will be But you’re not just time that I’m killing I'm no longer one of those guys As sure as I live, this love that I give Is gonna be yours until the day that I die Oh baby I’m gonna love you forever Forever and ever amen As long as old men sit and talk about the weather As long as old women sit and talk about old men If you wonder how long I’ll be faithful I'll be happy to tell you again I'm gonna love you forever and ever Forever and ever amen They say time takes its toll on a body Makes a young girls brown hair turn gray Honey I don't care I ain't in love with your hair And if it all fell out well I’d love you anyway They say time can play tricks on a memory Make people forget things they knew Well it's easy to see it's happenin to me I've already forgotten every woman but you Oh darlin’ I'm gonna love you forever Forever and ever amen As long as old men sit and talk about the weather As long as old women sit and talk about old men If you wonder how long I'll be faithful Just listen to how this song ends I'm gonna love you forever and ever Forever and ever amen

#love #forever

#others opinion prisoner

"Lost causes are the only ones worth fighting for." - Clarence Dallow

In about the year 60 BC, Roman philosopher Seneca wrote this: "There are more things that frighten us than injure us, and we suffer more in imagination than in reality." Not only anxious thoughts, but also resentment, grievances, complaining, guilt and regret, criticism of self and others and perpetual discontent are ways in which we unconsciously create suffering for ourselves. They arise in imagination (the mind). We need to recognize that these are all unnecessary baggage that brings a heaviness into our lives and strengthens a false sense of self. When you recognize their pointlessness, you can let go of them and then MOVE THROUGH LIFE WITHOUT UNNECESSARY BAGGAGE, enjoying the present moment, including its challenges. And so the present moment becomes your friend, and you begin to experience life as supportive, rather than hostile. This is the miracle of transformation.

Eckhard Tolle

#fear #suffering #resentment #regret #criticism #discontent #transformation

Let her cry

She sits alone by a lamppost trying to find a thought that's escaped her mind. She says: “Dad's the one I love the most but Stipe's not far behind.” She never lets me in, only tells me where she's been when she's had too much to drink. I say that I don't care

I just run my hands

through her dark hair, then I pray to God: You gotta help me fly away and just let her cry, if the tears fall down like rain. Let her sing, if it eases all her pain. Let her go, let her walk right out on me, and if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be, let her be.

This morning I woke up alone found a note standing by the phone saying:” Baby, maybe I'll be back someday.” I wanted to look for you, you walked in I didn't notice what I should do so I sat back down

and had a beer

and felt sorry for myself, saying let her cry, if the tears fall down like rain. Let her sing, if it eases all her pain. Let her go, let her walk right out on me, and if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be.

Last night I tried to leave cried so much I could not believe she was the same girl I fell in love with long ago. She went in the back to get high I sat down on my couch and cried yelling oh mama oh

please help me, won't you hold my hand,

and let her cry, if the tears fall down like rain. Let her sing, if it eases all her pain. Let her go, let her walk right out on me, and if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be.

#cry #pain #sing #let her go

We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.

Joseph Roux

#losing a friend #friendship #friend