Yearly Archives: 2008

Together

Together, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. We grow Inter­twined Never apart We touch But gen­tly Ten­der kiss We feel As one Never alone We cher­ish Love hearts Inscribed upon our skin Badges of honor Of our loy­alty We stretch Towards the light Yet firmly rooted We carry Within Spirit divine We love For­ever We stand Tall Together ©

Friendship

Friend­ship, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. From Wikipedia: The term sym­bio­sis (from the Greek: σύν syn “with”; and βίωσις bio­sis “liv­ing”) com­monly describes close and often long-term inter­ac­tions between dif­fer­ent bio­log­i­cal species. The term was first used in 1879 by the Ger­man mycol­o­gist, Hein­rich Anton de Bary, who defined it as: “the liv­ing together of

Blue hour

Blue hour, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Blue hour Cold light streams in through stained glass win­dows. The air is chilled, all is silent. Take a deep breath. The tables are set – antic­i­pa­tion. In the west a fiery red sun begins to set Warmth fills the cham­ber. Doors open, a stream of spice laden

The seeds of your soul

The seeds of your soul, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. In spring let your beauty shine Make the eyes rejoice In summer’s fra­grant splen­dor May you be known by your sweet scent Thus when autumn’s sil­very cloak Falls upon the misty land The seeds of your soul The deeds of your heart Will be given

Like teardrops on withered leaves

Like teardrops on with­ered leaves, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. There are times When the world moves on with­out us Where we stand in sus­pended despair On the banks of sor­row Where our lone­li­ness Is like a frozen prison And our des­per­ate cries Fall like teardrops on with­ered leaves Float­ing in the sea of sad­ness

An autumn dream

An autumn dream, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Come and fol­low the mossy path Down by the wil­low trees, past weath­ered stone walls. Walk through the mist that dances in the fad­ing sun. Feel the rustling under your feet, of fallen leaves Care­fully placed as a blan­ket to warm your feet. And as you make

It doesn’t have to be perfect

It doesn’t have to be per­fect, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Per­fec­tion. Many peo­ple strive for it, few accom­plish it in their cho­sen pro­fes­sion and even then they’re often not happy with what they’ve accom­plished. There is a term for some­one con­stantly try­ing to be per­fect: per­fec­tion­ist. I include myself in this group on many