Archive for December, 2008

Together


30 Dec

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

© Thorsten Becker

The keeper of precious truth


26 Dec

Those mystical places in our minds
Taking roots in our hearts,
Growing
Underneath the memories of times gone by
Flourishing
Thriving
Gateways to the past, anchors of the now
Beacons of the future
Tread lightly on craggy ground
Over mossy pathways
Past blackberry bushes and mushroom wonderlands
The air is filled with woodruff smell, sweet and light
Branches crackling under your feet with every step
Wings fluttering

Deeper you go into the forest of remembering
A light glowing in the dark, there, in the center
A tree of life, of that which we seek, which we hold dear,
Which we may have lost along the way
Follow the path of weathered stones
Around and round
Down and about
Close your eyes, dance
Freely
Carelessly
As the weight of false responsibilities falls off your shoulders
The yoke of refined feelings and restraint emotions shatters

Closer now, towards the center
Where he stands, steady, eternal
The keeper of precious things no treasure chest can hold
Carved within its age old bark

And so the tree reveals its precious truth
As your fingers gently read its poetry
That the innocence of a child
With eyes wide open in wonder
Will reveal the world as it truly is

© Thorsten Becker

Friendship


12 Dec

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 unlike organisms”.
The definition of symbiosis is in flux and the term has been applied to a wide range of biological interactions. The symbiotic relationship may be categorized as being mutualistic, parasitic, or commensal in nature. Others define it more narrowly, as only those relationships from which both organisms benefit, in which case it would be synonymous with mutualism.

Romans 15:1-2: We, though, who are strong ought to bear the weaknesses of those not strong, and not to be pleasing ourselves. 2 Let each of us please [his] neighbor in what is good for [his] upbuilding.

Friendship. Friendship seems to be an endangered virtue. It is interesting that in a time and age when millions of people connect online through social networking sites and are freely using the term ‘friend’ more and more people are lacking true friendships. It seems many nowadays hide behind masks, either for fear of rejection or by intentionally playing roles to attract attention, often motivated by deep rooted loneliness. I count myself fortunate to have a few good friends these days. I barely communicate with them online but rather face to face or at least over the phone. I feel good knowing that they know me through mutual experiences and personal interaction rather than through word of mouth as would be the case with pure online relationships. I am happy that I can help and upbuild my friends should they go through tough times; I enjoy having deep and meaningful conversations and seeing them encouraged to press on and make progress. For the most part I count myself to the ‘strong’ mentioned in Romans. I get a real sense of purpose sharing this strength while also knowing that at times when mine is waning I can count on my friends.

When I think of strength I often picture trees. There are many strong trees in a forest that not only offer shelter but also the means for other plants to literally reach for the light, as if lending a helping hand. Ivy, as pictured, has been used as a symbol of friendship and loyalty as well as eternity for centuries. When I saw this tree standing tall with ivy growing all around it I was reminded of the need to be selfless and offer support. We undeniably live in a selfish world where many people think foremost about themselves and their own benefit. This thinking is bearing its ugly fruits more than ever. Much of the world’s financial trouble can be attributed simply to selfishness, not just at the corporate level but also the personal level. How much anxiety and desperation could be avoided if more people would learn to be selfless, help just to help, not for personal gain or the desire for admiration but simply because they want to, simply because their hearts motivate them to, simply because they feel obligated to the well-being of their neighbors.

Admittedly it is not always easy to be selfless, even if we want to be. Many in need can act selfish themselves either by taking undue advantage or by not setting limits when it comes to receiving aid; there is often a sense of entitlement. These sort of “friendships” could be compared to ivy that chokes a tree, usually to the point of killing it. It has to be a mutual relationship on both sides. We need friends, we need to pick them wisely and then we need to be selfless on the giving as well as the receiving side so that we all may grow in harmony together. Friendship should be a mutual symbiosis.

Tales from the chipmunk kingdom


11 Dec

“This way your majesty,” Cassius the young chipmunk scout said pointing directly behind him, “We’re almost there.”
“I don’t trust him your highness, he is leading us right to the Grey One where they will all be waiting for us,” one of the chipmunk king’s advisors cautioned, “It’s those cheeks, I don’t like his slim cheeks, they don’t look trustworthy.”
“I appreciate your concern my dear Langroul but I’ve known Cassius’ family for a long time. Their cheeks may be slim but heir heart is bound to the roots of our kingdom,” king Ru’liel replied.
“Do tell where you are leading us son? Our winter chambers are in the other direction and our harvest trees have been overrun by the weasels now. Where will we find refuge around here?”
“The Grey One has promised to protect us,” Cassius replied confidently.
“I Knew it, he is betraying us,” Langroul yelled angrily drawing his sword.
“No no, trust me, I am not. I spoke with him and…”
“You SPOKE with him? What sort of trickery is this? None of our people speaks with the Grey One and lives! You are in with the weasels! What did they offer you?” Langroul became ever more threating.
“Yes, I spoke with him, yes. Indeed I spoke with him on several occasions telling him about our plight. He rescued me just the other night from two weasels. I can show you their remains, you will see the markings of the Grey One on them.”
“Treachery is what I say. We should go to the Oak of Solace as our forefathers did in times like these.”
“The oak isn’t safe anymore, I’ve seen the martins spy around there two nights ago,” Chamgor of the king’s knights said, “We should go and follow Cassius. If we linger much longer our enemies may pick up our scent.”
“Well said. So it shall be. Lead the way son and speak for us when we arrive.”
“Yes your majesty. I promise you we will be safe. This way.”
And so they went on their way to request refuge from the encroaching army of the weasels and martins, refuge at one of their most dreaded enemies, the Grey One, the larges owl of the forest.

© Thorsten Becker

Blue hour


05 Dec

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 air floods in,
It smells of cardamom, ginger and coriander.
Candles are lit.
Blue hour turns to orange hour.
Kettles are filled,
Fresh mint, hot water – a magical combination.
Won’t you stay a while, taste, smell, feel?
Listen
To the conversation of the senses
As they excitedly talk to each other
Upon a divan of delight.

© Thorsten Becker

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