The Rainbow Warriors
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Hughes
~ Tusmørke ~
~ Kom, sæt dig her hos mig, min lille ven,
og læn dig så trygt tilbake.
Så skal jeg fortælle et eventyr
fra ældgamle, gravlagte dage.
Og jeg skal fortælle om Askelad,
som drev over berg og heier
og strøg alene, så fattig og styg,
på stier og kongeveier.
Og jeg skal fortælle om ællingen grim,
som blev ifra hjemgården jaget,
som stod så stilfærdig en høstgrå kvæld
og så efter trækfugldraget.
Og jeg skal fortælle om Askelad,
som aldrig fik kongsslot med guldspir og hane.
Og jeg skal fortælle om ællingen grim,
som altid blev ælling, som aldrig blev svane ~
Wilhelm Krag
«Bak virvar av år kan jeg skimte
og minnes en drøm på sprang
Vekk over bergene, vestover
hivde seg Trysilvegen
sju undringens miler lang »
Einar Skjæråsen
~ Den nya dagen gryr. Oändligt är vårt stora äventyr ~
Karin Boye
~ Eventyr er mer enn sanne.
Ikke fordi de forteller oss at drager finnes,
men fordi de forteller oss at drager kan beseires ~
G. K. Chesterton
~ The Legend Of The Rainbow ~
Once upon a time the colors of the world started to quarrel;
all claimed that they were the best,
the most important, the most useful, the favorite.
GREEN said;
"Clearly I am the most important.
I am the sign of life and of hope.
I was chosen for grass, trees, leaves...
without me, all animals would die.
Look over the countryside and you will see
that I am in the majority."
BLUE interrupted;
"You only think about the earth,
but consider the sky and the sea.
It is the water that is the basis of life
and drawn up by the clouds from the deep sea.
The sky gives space and peace and serenity.
Without my peace, you would be nothing."
YELLOW chuckled;
"You are all so serious.
I bring laughter, gaiety and warmth into the world.
The sun is yellow, the moon is yellow, the stars are yellow.
Every time you look at a sunflower,
the whole world starts to smile.
Without me there would be no fun."
ORANGE started next to blow her trumpet;
"I am the color of health and strength.
I may be scarce, but I am precious...
for I serve the needs of human life.
I carry the most important vitamins.
Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes and pawpaws.
I don`t hang around all the time,
but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset,
my beauty is so striking that no one gives
another thought to any of you!"
RED could stand it no longer.
He shouted out; "I am the ruler of all of you.
- I am blood - Life`s Blood!
I am the color of danger and of bravery.
I am willing to fight for a cause.
I bring fire into the blood.
Without me the earth would be as empty as the moon.
I am the color of passion and love, the red rose,
the poinsettia and the poppy."
PURPLE rose up to his full height.
He was very tall and spoke with great pomp;
"I am the color of royalty and power.
Kings, chiefs and bishops have always chosen me
for I am the sign of authority and wisdom.
People do not question me - they listen and obey."
Finally, INDIGO spoke,
much more quietly than the others,
but with just as much determination;
"Think of me. I am the color of silence.
You hardly notice me, but without me you all become superficial.
I represent thought and reflection, twilight and deep water.
You need me for balance and contrast,
for prayer and inner peace..."
-And so the colors went on boasting
each convinced of his or her own superiority.
Their quarreling became louder and louder.
-Suddenly there was a startling flash of bright lightening –
thunder rolled and boomed.
Rain started to pour down relentlessly.
The colors crouched down in fear,
drawing close to one another for comfort.
In the midst of the clamor, rain began to speak;
"You foolish colors, fighting amongst yourselves,
each trying to dominate the rest.
Don`t you know that you were each
made for a special purpose, unique and different?
Join hands with one another and come to me!"
Doing as they were told, the colors united and joined hands.
The rain continued;
"From now on, when it rains, each of you
will stretch across the sky in a great bow of color
as a reminder that you can all live in peace.
The Rainbow is a Sign of Hope for Tomorrow.
And so, whenever a Good Rain washes the world,
and a Rainbow appears in the sky,
let us Remember to Appreciate One Another..."
(Based on a Native American Legend)
~ Legenden om Drømmefangeren ~
~ Siden urminnes tider har man fortalt
om gamle Farmor Edderkopp som skapte universet
- om hvor sørgmodig hun var over alle marerittene
som hennes menneskebarn hadde.
Hun gikk til piletreet og ba om å få grener,
siden gikk hun til ørnen og ba om å få dens fjær.
Deretter bøyde hun grenene til en sirkel
som inneholdt alle menneskene på jorden,
og spant sitt nett av visdom rundt pilegrenene
for å fange opp alles mareritt.
Fader Sols morgenstråler brant siden
bort nattens mareritt.
Dersom det fantes noen mareritt igjen,
ble de forvandlet til morgendugg
som sakte dryppet ned over fjærene
og tilbake til jorden ~
~ Det er en legende om en fugl som synger en eneste gang i livet,
Skjønnere enn noen annen skapning i hele verden.
Fra den forlater redet, søker den en tornebusk,
Og får ikke rast eller ro før den har funnet en.
Da slår den opp sine triller mellom de grusomme grenene
Og spidder seg på den lengste, skarpeste tornen.
Og idêt den dør, hever den seg over sine egne kvaler
Og synger vakrere enn lerken og nattergalen.
En eneste, uovertruffen sang, med livet som innsats.
Men hele verden stanser og lytter,
Og Gud smiler i sin himmel.
For det beste kan bare frembringes med stor smerte
...Så sier i alle fall legenden ~
F. Tornefuglene
~ There is a legend about a bird who sing just once in its life.
From the moment it left its nest, it searched for a thorn tree,
and it never rested until it found one.
Then it began to sing more sweetly
than any other creature on the face of the earth.
And while singing, it impaled its breast on the longest, sharpest thorn.
But as it was dying, it rose above its own agony
to out-sing the lark and the nightingale.
The thorn bird pays its life for that one song
and the whole world stills to listen
and God, smiles in His heaven
As its best was bought only at the cost of great pain.
Driven to the thorn, with no knowledge of the dying to come.
But when we press the thorn to our breast,
We know
We understand
Yet still
....we do it ~
The Kelly Family - Fell in love with an alien
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