tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79347349261551910692011-12-30T15:19:01.907+01:00Bea of Swedenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04929966954625951613noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934734926155191069.post-441882306967043412009-12-10T19:50:00.003+01:002009-12-10T19:56:38.068+01:00The Universe will never fight you<div><br /></div><div>The Pain you feel - is meant to Guide you..</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934734926155191069-44188230696704341?l=beaofsweden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bea of Swedenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04929966954625951613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934734926155191069.post-47096394386718889272009-05-05T22:20:00.002+02:002009-05-05T22:34:37.527+02:00The silence of the soil<div>and whisper of the trees</div><div>The murmur of the grass</div><div>and clapping of the leaves..</div><div><br /></div><div>Just listen to the sounds</div><div>of heaven facing earth</div><div>and sit a moment here</div><div>where stillness has its birth</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934734926155191069-4709639438671888927?l=beaofsweden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bea of Swedenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04929966954625951613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934734926155191069.post-21165963449253688552009-01-31T23:52:00.003+01:002009-02-01T00:09:14.905+01:00Where the magic mist kisses the roads<br />And silence is everywhere I look<br />Where the house of gnomes supports the stone<br />Rests a piece of your soul<br /><br />Stars with ancient wisdom<br />Crescent moon in the sky<br />Message from a yellow flashlight<br />And here am I..<br /><br />A dog barking in the distance<br />A silhouette of snow, from a tree<br />Echo of a cornered world<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934734926155191069-2116596344925368855?l=beaofsweden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bea of Swedenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04929966954625951613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934734926155191069.post-83054790830197920192009-01-24T22:42:00.003+01:002009-01-24T22:58:28.354+01:00I want to enter you<br />Embrace the essence of your being<br />The core of your soul<br />And the soul of your heart<br /><br />I conquer your soul!<br />and in the same breath<br />I lose my own..<br /><br />I'm strong and weak<br />Happy and sad<br />Confusing impressions<br />It's not too bad<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934734926155191069-8305479083019792019?l=beaofsweden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bea of Swedenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04929966954625951613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934734926155191069.post-24490277412275522222009-01-05T23:59:00.003+01:002009-01-06T00:28:44.453+01:00It felt like a dream<br />You stopped to say hello<br /><br />Dream dust from another world<br />Passing swiftly through to mine<br /><br />A thread of magic fabric<br />A silver grain in the desert of hope<br /><br />A handful of water in the ocean of faith<br />A brief moment in time<br /><br />Oh, it feels like a dream..<br />Please.. give me my dream back<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934734926155191069-2449027741227552222?l=beaofsweden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bea of Swedenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04929966954625951613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934734926155191069.post-33158099520594392852008-06-06T19:06:00.001+02:002008-06-06T19:13:03.728+02:00Encourage the anarchy that grows in your veins,<br />don't let it be silent and still.<br /><br />Agitate to a roar of unbounded oceans,<br />compelled never to rest.<br /><br />A final explosion will break all limits,<br />whether you're ready or not..<br />will you be?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934734926155191069-3315809952059439285?l=beaofsweden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bea of Swedenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04929966954625951613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934734926155191069.post-9529353656463131542008-05-01T16:33:00.003+02:002008-05-01T16:43:14.147+02:00You're young and you do the things you want.<br />With no concerns and no respect.<br /><br />Then you're older,<br />and you deny yourself what you want the most.<br />Thinking you're just too old for them..<br />Can you not handle the hidden morality?<br /><br />Suddenly reaching the age,<br />when you feel old enough to follow every desire..<br /> .. so why don't you?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934734926155191069-952935365646313154?l=beaofsweden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bea of Swedenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04929966954625951613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934734926155191069.post-45618005739693036702008-04-06T18:23:00.003+02:002008-04-06T18:30:15.986+02:00<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-GB">So small in the world..<br />The world is in my hands<br />and yet I am in its</p><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-GB">The infinite energy<br />of the turning world<br />keeps me silent,<br />and yet screaming</p> <br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-GB">Everything is possible<br />Nothing is determined<br />Opportunities in the world</p> <br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">My opportunity, my luck<br /><span lang="en-GB">is another’s limit and disgrace?</span></p> <br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-GB">The people of the world<br />and the world of the people<br />is same in spirit and soul.. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934734926155191069-4561800573969303670?l=beaofsweden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bea of Swedenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04929966954625951613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934734926155191069.post-74116983160323330372008-02-08T20:44:00.000+01:002008-02-08T21:13:27.187+01:00Information delivered with diplomatic indifference.<br />A subtle way of rejection.<br /><br />Elusive glances in perfect synchronization<br />of a voiceless monologue.<br /><br />Implicit dismissal.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934734926155191069-7411698316032333037?l=beaofsweden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bea of Swedenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04929966954625951613noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934734926155191069.post-18547718248966100512008-02-03T21:03:00.000+01:002008-02-03T23:09:58.881+01:00Every choice includes a sacrifice.<br /><br />Every step on one road,<br />means not walking on another.<br /><br />So enjoy your decisions, accept what you've done.<br />And swim in the river of life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934734926155191069-1854771824896610051?l=beaofsweden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bea of Swedenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04929966954625951613noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934734926155191069.post-11447827836398475252008-01-12T16:12:00.000+01:002008-01-12T16:23:12.737+01:00Follow the wind to the origin of peace.<br />A place in the center of reason.<br /><br />See through the stars that surrounds your serenity<br />and find your deepest desires.<br /><br />Flashes of light in an open mind.<br />Life will give you courage.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934734926155191069-1144782783639847525?l=beaofsweden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bea of Swedenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04929966954625951613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934734926155191069.post-14978707872758207022007-12-30T17:17:00.000+01:002007-12-30T18:02:06.112+01:00Letters are the source to all Words.<br />Words are just the beginning of a Thought, and meant to describe it.<br />A Dream is just a Thought that has been fully processed and driven to its perfect completion.<br /><br />This is a natural and inevitable process for every living human being. The moment you stop Dreaming, is the moment you start Dying. Is it then fair to say that Letters, Words and Thoughts can help you live your life?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934734926155191069-1497870787275820702?l=beaofsweden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bea of Swedenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04929966954625951613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934734926155191069.post-91362230116904037942007-12-26T21:35:00.000+01:002007-12-26T21:52:31.576+01:00A book is a book is a book...<br />So why do we read?<br /><br />A film is a film is a film...<br />So why do we see it?<br /><br />A life is a life is a life...<br />So why do we live...??<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934734926155191069-9136223011690403794?l=beaofsweden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bea of Swedenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04929966954625951613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934734926155191069.post-85761730773490461522007-12-07T00:06:00.000+01:002007-12-07T00:37:56.774+01:00Some shivering nights...<br />keeping you awake beyond reason and despair!<br /><br />The trembling vibration of anxiety; is it there FOR you, or AGAINST you?<br />Pulsating revelation of a far away star, is the secret whisper in your own heart?<br /><br />Decision to suffer, or choice to live.<br />Which one is yours?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ywHiWw15z3Y/R1iHWD6LB7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/TZ3ZITfCLiE/s1600-h/Nervous+Nights.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 645px; height: 157px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ywHiWw15z3Y/R1iHWD6LB7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/TZ3ZITfCLiE/s320/Nervous+Nights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141007787719591858" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934734926155191069-8576173077349046152?l=beaofsweden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bea of Swedenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04929966954625951613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934734926155191069.post-91943766962826347482007-11-18T13:12:00.000+01:002007-11-18T13:20:29.340+01:00Next time you're waiting for the train or subway...<br />Try to stop and just listen.<br />Can you hear the silence through the crowd?<br /><br />A subway station full of people, and yet there's a stillness shivering through the almost panicked situation when the train is late and there's pushing, squeezing, fighting to enter:<br />”Me, me, me! MY turn, I want, let ME in!”<br />Everybody's running, but don't you follow. Just stay and look. Listen!!<br /><br />A hundred years from now...<br />Who will care if you missed the train, or caught it?<br />Only you can tell. Is it worth it?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934734926155191069-9194376696282634748?l=beaofsweden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bea of Swedenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04929966954625951613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934734926155191069.post-67381320781768658482007-09-10T22:07:00.000+02:002007-10-29T21:25:01.254+01:00Who can tell what time is? If time would be a substance for you to keep, in which state would you preserve it?<br /><br />Time can be solid as a rock. Immovable and holding you hostage in the past.<br />Time can be a volatile gas. Evaporating and escaping into the future.<br />Time can be a liquid and have a comfortable fluidity. It will let you deviate from the main stream, or follow it.<br /><br />If time would be a feeling; how would it react?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934734926155191069-6738132078176865848?l=beaofsweden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bea of Swedenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04929966954625951613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934734926155191069.post-16132891043196270962007-09-03T22:55:00.000+02:002007-09-03T23:23:51.070+02:00Imagine you talked to the Man in the Moon - WHAT would you tell him?<br /><br />Consider the Moon as the Earth's only treasure - WHERE would you hide it?<br /><br />Envisage a person deserving attention - ABOUT WHOM are you thinking?<br /><br />Maintain the thought of writing one letter - TO WHOM would you adress it?<br /><br />Conceive that you asked for a cup of the Moonlight - HOW would you drink it?<br /><br />Believe you could dance with the Moon - WHEN would you stop?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934734926155191069-1613289104319627096?l=beaofsweden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bea of Swedenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04929966954625951613noreply@blogger.com0