Sunday, March 2, 2008 8:58:25 AM
I walk silently
in order not to wake up
tree buds too early.[/FONT][/COLOR]
Saturday, February 9, 2008 5:15:51 PM
walk, light, CRAWL, raise
...
In the Valley of Death
I was not alive.
I was slough, quagmire, morass.
I couldn't move,
I couldn't screem or cry
I felt nothing.
But something was still smouldering
And didn't let me die.
Somewhere deep inside
was courage, hope, determination.
And I could count on that.
I began to crawl, to worm, to creep,
to scramble, to glissade and slither
from that horrible morass.
Gathering what was still alive in me,
I searched for counterfort,
So that I could stand up.
Everything was unknown to me
and weltered in the darkness.
But I tried and tried one hundred times
groppingly, by the feel.
*
And at last
something in me unfolded,
opened and unclosed.
And rivers of black blood drained away.
Brown snow fell on the ground
and muddy rain showered all the pain.
And everything became clear,
purified and purged.
And then I could call the Light.
I called her and waited.
She came.
*
I could raise myself from the slough.
Raise at last.
Painfully I stood up
and heavily walked away.
I knew where I was going.
Into the Light,
into the Light.[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]
(c) Ramute
Tuesday, January 29, 2008 11:22:34 AM
midnight, villain, gardian angel, prose
...
It is midnight. You are going home down the dimly lit street. There seems to be nobody, except you. But suddenly you hear the sound of steps. Someone is following you. The steps get louder and louder, and you begin to worry. "Who is this?" - the thought crosses your mind. You begin to remember stories about what can happen to a lonely passenger late at night in the street. The more you think, the more you get scared. Now you are going so fast, that you almost run.
Stop! Stop for a minute and try to shift your thoughts in another direction. Somebody, who follows you, is not a villain. On the contrary, he is your friend, brother, your Guardian Angel! This dark and comfortless night he accompanies you so that you might safely reach your home. He is ready to help you if anything happens. Always and in any case!
And you turn and smile at him.[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]
(c)Ramute
Friday, January 18, 2008 4:03:14 PM
lands, light, skies, RAMUTE
...
Oh, birds,
that fly so high,
spread the News around the world.
New time has come
and Light is shining brightly.
Let's open our hearts
to music from the Heaven
and reach for the bluest skies
and the vastest lands inside ourselves.
New time has come![/I][/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]
(c)Ramute
Friday, January 11, 2008 4:00:39 PM
When you NEED,
NEED,
When it is IMPORTANT,
IMPORTANT,
Somebody comes.
I, YOU, HE, SHE,
US, THEY
Always come
and are present.
HELP,
COMPANIONSHIP,
FRIENDSHIP,
LOVE -
Are always present.[/COLOR][/I][/B][/ALIGN]
(c)Ramute
Friday, December 28, 2007 10:04:51 AM
morning, good-bye, downtown, coffee
...
I would love to look at my own face
when I get up in the morning.
I would smile to myself and say:
"Hellow! Was your night gentle or hard?"
I would love to look into my own eyes
when I prepare dinner to my family.
I would ask:
"Do you prepare food with love?
Is it easy or hard for you
to give daily bread?"
I would love to follow myself
as I go for a walk in downtown.
I would look at myself from aside and watch my faces.
I would ask:
"Don't you get lost in the human press?
Is it easy or hard for you to follow your own way?
I would like to be my own talker
when I drink coffee in the coffee bar.
I would sit down in front of me and ask:
"Is your daily coffee tasteful for you?
What does this cup mean to you?"
Then I would say good-bye.
I would hear: "Good-bye!".
(c)Ramute
Wednesday, July 4, 2007 1:09:16 PM
SHOT, mistakes, ABSURD, RAMUTE
...

Mistakes, mistakes, mistakes…
Sometimes the mistakes are simply absurd. I want to write about one such case. I and one Russian interpretor were translating the same book of American child psychiatrist about child’s conscience. I was translating the book into Lithuanian language, he – into Russian. He did it first, so I had his coppy. In the book there was an episode where little children in the kindergarten play “Doctor”. They come up to the teacher and ask about the doll’s illness. The teacher examines the doll and proposes to make a “shot”. This word can be translated as an ‘injection’ and also a ‘glass of alcohol’. So what do you think? That Russian interpretor translated that the teacher proposed to give the doll a glass of alcohol. When I showed this mistake to the author of the book, he turned red. He was an abstinent and besides had a group of adolescences, who had problems with alcohol. How the translator could have made such a mistake? Was he inatentive or didn’t look into a vocabulary?
What do you think about such mistakes?
Thursday, June 21, 2007 5:40:03 PM
TAKE, LOVE, FOR YOU, NEED
...
O Lord,
Is there in this world
Something that is only for me?
*
Everything in this world
IS FOR YOU TOO:
All that you need,
All that is important to you,
Everything that is dear to you.
All that you want,
All that is significant to you,
Everything that is interesting to you.
All that amuses you.
All that delights you.
And all your LOVE is in this world too.
Everything is in this world...
Go, experience, choose and take.
(c) Ramute
Sunday, June 10, 2007 5:11:55 PM
joy, embrace, POEM, LOVE
...
I want to get acquainted
With what I meet on my way.
I embrace it gently with my hands
And touch with fingers.
This is the bay of my loving hands.
With my hands I am able to nourish,
To cuddle and send warmth.
With my strong hands I can stop
The ball of agression.
That what it is scotch or scary,
That what is allien, unacceptable,
That what is not important, inconsiderable –
That has to leave my bay of loving hands.
I let in my life only love, warmth, joy.