...the moor sleeps...

…to be alone at Christmas time

to be away from bustle, children, noise,

…and to be gone…

… to be at one…

…just…

… in snow laden forests walk alone…

…and sometimes, but not every year

when time stands still

where for one moment

I am freed from

pain and all man’s ill…

… in the stillness then my heart does leap…

…remembering  childhood’s joyful reign…

…my soul rejoices …

…and…

 I am  a child again…

…and…

… I no longer weep…

Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Wild Nights - Wild Nights Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee! Emily Dickinson

 Christina Rossetti

Every valley drinks,
                                                              Every dell and hollow:

Where the kind rain sinks 

and sinks,  

Green of Spring will follow.

...wo Herz, da auch Glueck!...

aus Polen

...where there is love, there is happiness...

Polish saying

Hermann Hesse:

Im Nebel

Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern!
Einsam ist jeder Busch und Stein,
Kein Baum sieht den anderen,
Jeder ist allein. 
Voll von Freunden war mir die Welt,
Als noch mein Leben licht war,
Nun, da der Nebel f�llt,
Ist keiner mehr sichtbar. 
Wahrlich, keiner ist weise,
Der nicht das Dunkel kennt,
Das unentrinnbar und leise
Von allen ihn trennt. 
Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern!
Leben ist einsam sein.
Kein Mensch kennt den anderen,
Jeder ist allein. 

Hermann Hesse:

In the Mists

Wondrous to wander through mists!
Parted are bush and stone:
None to the other exists,
Each stands alone. 
Many my friends came calling
then, when I lived in the light;
Now that the fogs are falling,
None is in sight. 
Truly, only the sages
Fathom the darkness to fall,
Which, as silent as cages,
Separates all. 
Strange to walk in the mists!
Life has to solitude grown.
None for the other exists:
Each is alone.

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...setting sun in the Teufelsmoor...

The name "Teufelsmoor" does not mean "devil's bog" or "devil's moor" as a literal translation would suggest. It is actually derived from doofes Moor, where doofes means "unfertile", "less fertile " or "dead" and moor means "bog" or "moor". Large parts of the Teufelsmoor area consist of raised bog (Hochmoor) peat which is formed from sphagnum moss. Hence the reason why it is not very fertile.

It has a silent, a timeless, stunning beauty...