tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64279331845482420812024-03-16T10:30:05.562+01:00Vom WandernMeditatives und spirituelles Wandern im Pfälzerwald,
Heimat- und VolkskundeHukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comBlogger828125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-52312904439454879832024-03-16T10:29:00.003+01:002024-03-16T10:29:26.539+01:00Mitternachtsbesuch<div style="text-align: left;"> <i><span style="font-size: medium;">Beim alten Eichbaum </span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">begrüßt mich um Mitternacht </span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">der Waldkauz. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">hukwa<br /></span></i></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-79710666120838011262024-03-15T10:27:00.004+01:002024-03-15T10:27:27.238+01:00Traumtänzer<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Über der Frühlingswiese </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>schwebt wie ein Traumtänzer </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>das Pfauenauge. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa </i></span> <br /></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-58447635129623063342024-03-14T07:10:00.006+01:002024-03-14T07:10:47.946+01:00Wolkenflug<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Als wären sie den Wolken entflogen </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>der Flug </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>der Kraniche. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa<br /></i></span></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-90012076215968246672024-03-13T17:56:00.001+01:002024-03-13T17:56:58.556+01:00Gefährte<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Mein engster Gefährte </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>die Seele </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>ein erwachter Falter. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa </i></span> <br /></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-13101431898230811932024-03-13T07:01:00.005+01:002024-03-13T07:01:45.255+01:00Waldfrühling<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Das grüne Kleid der Birke </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>darinnen der Dompfaff lockt </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Waldfrühling. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa<br /></i></span></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-4768965455257790892024-03-12T11:46:00.006+01:002024-03-12T11:46:41.157+01:00Frühlingslied<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Von Regen durchnässt </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>die Amsel im Garten </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>ein Frühlinslied singt. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa<br /></i></span></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-29367153366398950002024-03-12T08:36:00.002+01:002024-03-12T08:36:08.924+01:00Apfelbaum<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"><i>In tiefer Ruhe </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>der alte Apfelbaum </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>lauscht dem Frühlingskonzert der Frösche. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa<br /></i></span></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-42393438291142117182024-03-05T06:42:00.004+01:002024-03-05T06:43:06.292+01:00Echo<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Aus dichtem Frühlingsnebel </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>das Echo </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>des Grünspechts Ruf. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Es ist der Ruf der Kindheit der manchmal in der Stimme der Natur unterschwellig zu hören ist. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">hukwa<br /></span></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-46522613654573242352024-03-03T09:48:00.005+01:002024-03-03T09:48:35.680+01:00Märzgruss<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Während des Spaziergangs am Feldweg </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>folgt mir </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>der erste Schmetterling. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa<br /></i></span></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-42783855655016191902024-03-02T06:48:00.003+01:002024-03-02T06:48:23.976+01:00Unter Frühlingsbäumen<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Tiefes Schweigen </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>wer hier verweilt </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>erkennt den Sinn der Zeit. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa<br /></i></span></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-33448106233525824912024-02-18T07:29:00.008+01:002024-02-18T07:29:51.470+01:00Hoffnung<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Das Buch der Natur von der Wissenschaft in Zahlen geschrieben hat sich als Illusion erwiesen. Der Satz von J.P.Sartre "die menschliche Zerstörung ist sytematisch" als Wahrheit. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Vielleicht ist die letzte Frage die aus dem Zerwürfniss zwischen Mensch und Natur an uns gerichtet wird, die: Besteht noch eine Hoffnung die alte Einheit zwischen Mensch und Natur wiederherstellen zu können? </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa </i></span> <br /></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-13581191452483945092024-02-14T17:48:00.004+01:002024-02-14T17:48:25.105+01:00Des Frühlings Antlitz<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Am Bachufer </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>des Frühlings Antlitz </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>die Weidenkätzchen. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa<br /></i></span></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-77600741730651605552024-02-08T13:03:00.005+01:002024-02-08T13:03:46.631+01:00Traum<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">Den Traum vom Frühling </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">erzählt mir am Morgen </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">der nahende Märzgeist. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">hukwa </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-24321930114982892572024-02-07T07:29:00.000+01:002024-02-07T07:29:04.965+01:00Baumgeflüster<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Die ganze Nacht </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>bei offenen Fenster </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>lauschte ich </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>dem Flüstern </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>der alten Blutbuche </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>sie erzählte mir </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>vom nahenden Frühling. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa<br /></i></span></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-9803175450263309252024-02-06T15:09:00.005+01:002024-02-06T15:09:32.208+01:00Zaunkönig<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Die Menschen fliehend </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>versteckt sich im Weißdornbusch </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>der Zaunkönig. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa </i></span> <br /></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-40927765859624784762024-02-01T07:25:00.004+01:002024-02-01T07:25:46.236+01:00Wintersterne<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">So zeitlos </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">die Stimmung im Wald </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">unter Wintersternen. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">hukwa<br /></span></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-37383750961342882992024-01-18T10:23:00.005+01:002024-01-18T10:23:25.879+01:00Zaunkönig<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Am frühen Morgen </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>beim alten Baumstumpf </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>der frierende Zaunkönig. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa<br /></i></span></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-39378253269391835352024-01-08T10:35:00.004+01:002024-01-08T10:35:21.247+01:00Nebellandschaft<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Im Flug durchstieß </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>die Nebellandschaft </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>der jagende Sperber. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa<br /></i></span></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-21279956355285235042024-01-04T16:30:00.006+01:002024-01-04T16:30:58.905+01:00Sicherinnern<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Das Sicherinnern </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">in Winterzeit </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Freude des Alters. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">hukwa </span> <br /></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-18811382682493556262024-01-03T14:23:00.003+01:002024-01-03T14:23:15.043+01:00Nützlichkeitsgeist<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Fern dem materialistischen Nützlichkeitsgeist </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>unter Bäumen </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Einssein. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa<br /></i></span></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-38912995319472096212023-12-28T17:44:00.001+01:002023-12-28T17:44:03.754+01:00Eisvogel<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">Ein fliegender Edelstein </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">heute Morgen am Wildbach </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">der Eisvogel. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">hukwa<br /></span></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-43645607367089188322023-12-21T06:28:00.003+01:002023-12-21T06:28:17.308+01:00Feldeiche<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Den kalten Winden </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>preisgegeben </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>die alte Feldeiche. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa<br /></i></span></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-15376364867229613072023-12-17T14:39:00.006+01:002023-12-17T14:39:45.193+01:00Wintermondlicht<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">Im Wintermondlicht </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">die Sterne blinken </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">wie Diamanten. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">hukwa<br /></span></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-12810691456151359302023-11-24T18:01:00.002+01:002023-11-24T18:01:21.469+01:00Novembermächte<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Ich lieb Novembernächte </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>wie einen Frühlingstag </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>im Neblung wirken Mächte </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>die ich sehr mag </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>ich lebe die dunklen Monde </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>den Nebelgrauen Tag </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>so verträume ich Gelassen </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>den profanen Alltag. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa </i></span> <br /></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427933184548242081.post-55056318339647314632023-11-02T12:08:00.000+01:002023-11-02T12:08:01.211+01:00November<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Ein Herbstlied </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>singt mir Heute </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>der Novembersturm. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>hukwa<br /></i></span></div>Hukwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12158204336527416273noreply@blogger.com