- Actually I'm not an Indian at all, sometimes maybe in my heart, but only sometimes -
(Tap me on the forehead and you can share some thoughts)
thoughts
Yes, even the old Indian gets brooding from time to time and thinks about himself and the world.
At this point I want to post things that move me from time to time......
And here's something else that I found on the net, which comes very, very close to the old Indian:
My philosophy of life
I live my life more today than tomorrow
Sometimes I worry more, sometimes less.
I live my life consciously every day,
if at all possible, as I like it.
I live my life, I keep learning
so my mind will probably never rest.
I live my life looking into the distance
loved by one - others like me.
This is how I live - as I wanted,
until God takes me!
Horst Fehse
his poems
and another thing i've learned lately
... and at the end of my journey
the eternity holds hands
and he waves and smiles softly –
and the journey is over.
unknown
And once the goddess lowers the scales,
she tears what she gently woven,
I close my eyes and say:
I have loved and lived!
Rainer Maria Rilke
That's how I want to wallow
my path there
until the bells ring
and at home I am.
Then with new sounds
I cheer to you gladly:
I have nothing to bring
everything, Lord, is you!
Adolf Krummacher 3rd stanza of Stern on which I build
to escort you from shameface
It's nice to see you all here;
united by this event.
I know you didn't want to go this way
I see that one or the other is crying.
Shed no tears, remember cheerfully
of our time together.
I live on in your hearts
left these lines to guide you
.
I'm fine now
I am thankful for everything;
for every common step.
do you want to see me
so close your eyes.
do you want to hear me
so listen to the wind.
do you want to see me
looks at the stars.
do you want to hear me
comes to the river.
I loved forests, the mountains and the sea,
the sun penetrating through the wall of fog,
warms the soul with its shine,
all fears and doubts vanquished.
lived my life
loved and suffered
get lost
taken, given
I laughed and cried
reconciled and quarreled,
I'm on target and it was nice this life.
When music sounds, let me be with you.
When you raise the pitchers and celebrate, likewise.
In broad daylight as in firelight:
Remember me and then please be happy.
do you want to see me
so close your eyes.
do you want to hear me
so listen to the wind.
do you want to see me
looks at the stars.
do you want to hear me
comes to the river.
Should I be very close to you
include me in your hearts
visit me here at my stone.
Text: Martin Duckstein Music: Schandmaul
Further information and background information about Schandmaul can be found here Wikipedia
and there's a nice one on youtube video link to it