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Bear … 10.24.2014
Of Blue skies
Words of bile
The best company
The only company
My heart ugly
With self hatred
How have I
As my gaze
Blacken and fall
By all ears
My own mouth
My long mossy
I the Widow
The Widow Maker
I have made
For what can
Dry as dust
It was my turn to choose the Music Theme for this week. The theme is HUNGER.
I decided to limit myself a few longings that cannot be satisfied by ordinary means. Two questions I posed to myself:
What of HUNGER cannot be eased or satisfied by ordinary means?
What longings so ache within as to become HUNGER?
Maddie has chosen MEDITATION for next week. “I’ll go with Meditation as next week’s theme. Seems appropriate as I’ll be in meditation for 2 days at the Gyokusenji Monastery in Sendai, prayer for world peace practice. Much Love♥”
Who does not HUNGER for home, idealized in memory or through anticipation? Is a warm and secure sense of belonging, of being cared for and caring in return, that perhaps never existed, still HUNGERED for, as for sustenance when there is none?
MEHRNOUSH — Zaubersprueche — Faun
In einem dunklen Tal
lag jüngst ich träumend nieder,
da sah ich einen Strahl
von meiner Heimat wieder.
Auf morgenroter Au´
war Vaters Haus gelegen,
wie war der Himmel blau,
die Flur wie reich an Segen!
Wie war mein Heimatland
voll Gold und Rosenhelle!
Doch bald der Traum verschwandt,
Schmerz trat an seine Stelle.
Da irrt´ ich weit hinaus
ins öde Land voll Sehnen,
noch irr´ich, such´das Haus
und find´es nicht vor Tränen.
Who Hungers to fly with the eagles? To soar above the clouds, to be borne aloft, removed from small cares and troubles, free, flying on wings of light? Though we human beings cannot fly with feathers, we can fly with awareness and light.
FLY LIKE AN EAGLE — Gila Antara
Does the human spirit starve without illusion? Is the intense HUNGER for the ideal only a dream of illusions? Is hope an illusion? Can we act purely because it is right to do so, or is courage starved by the HUNGER for hope?
STARVATION — Illusions — Thomas Bergersen
Is there a HUNGER for expression? Is it the HUNGER to have voice? Is the creative urge a means to express still other HUNGERS?
“…. I am the voice of your HUNGER and pain …”
I AM THE VOICE — Celtic Women — Alex Sharpe
Does everyone HUNGER for love in the autumn, as the days wane and darkness lingers? Is love in autumn different from love in the other seasons of the year? Does each season of love have its own special expression? Is love never expressed, actually love? Or is it only HUNGER? IS all love expressed in the same manner?
Does everyone HUNGER for love through out all of the changing seasons of life? Are the fires of love a HUNGER that is banked in some seasons and burning in others?
In the autumn of life, is the HUNGER for lost loves and loves that never came to be, a Hunger that can never be soothed? In the autumn of life is it too late for a grand amour passionné? Does this HUNGER pass?
In the autumn of life there is an aching HUNGER for love that is just as intense in its anguishing loss as any youthful desires, yet unfulfilled.
AUTUMN LOVE –Thomas Bergersen
I have been told that the HUNGER for power is the most insatiable of all addictive HUNGERS.
Not all entities that experience this HUNGER are human beings.
REALM OF POWER — 2 Steps From Hell
EVA: Hunger ~ It Comes In Many Packages
LISA: Music Theme – Hunger
JOHNNY: Music Theme – Hunger | johnny ojanpera
MADDIE: ♪Hunger – Music Themes
When all is HUNGER, when there is nothing but HUNGER, no food, no warmth, no love, no hope, what is left? Only starvation, there is only the HUNGER. Have you ever been close to starvation, so that all was the HUNGER?
Njalkemme — Garmarna
5 min. 3sec.
Njalkemme (Samic or Soumi) = HUNGER
“Lastemååjegeh jeenjesh sjidteme Njaalkeme stuerebe enn åvtesne Moereh aajngesem steerieh, jaamah jïh gahtjah Almetje goh snöölhke mah tjelmehts sjidteme Njaalkemem lea dïhte maam manne damtam Njaalkeme bijre jarka Translation (English): Njaalkeme/Hunger — There are so many caterpillers Hunger, greater now than ever The trees hold their breath, die and fall Man is like a blinded wolf Hunger is all I feel Hunger everywhere” Translation offered by vereno1986 on You Tube.
Gentle small arms
Encircle my neck,
Sweet child’s voices implore,
We want you
To be with us more.”
That I own,
Is not mine alone.
.Sunlight In Deep Water — Pen and Ink, Pencil Drawing