Magic Bells

when getting
really silent,
it can be
tiniest of

 are playing
    the notes of
 cosmic joy

– Deelia © at


via Magic Bells – Taikatiu’ut — Pastellit valot * Pastel Lights

Pastel Lights – My New Poetry Blog

Hello Dear Blogosphere (including all readers also beyond WordPress),

I have just started a new blog to share selected my-poems with Finnish translations. You are very welcomed to visit Pastel Lights at

Soul Fields Blog will also continue to be available.

Love and cosmic hugs,



Poems, Quotes: Intimacy



Because with alarming accuracy
she’d been identifying patterns
I was unaware of-this tic, that
tendency, like the way I’ve mastered
the language of intimacy
in order to conceal how I felt-

I knew I was in danger
of being terribly understood.

–    Stephen Dunn

With callused hands

i tasted
the softness of the moon

in the coldest winds
i discovered
my soul’s
warmest fireplace

in the roughness
of his stubble
the tenderest love.

 –   Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

Intimacy is the capacity to be rather weird with someone – and finding that that’s ok with them. – Alain de Botton

I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other’s wounds; they repair the broken skin. – Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

My willingness to be intimate with my own deep feelings creates the space for intimacy with another. – Shakti Gawain, picked from The 50 Best Quotes on Self-Love at Psyhology Today

Being apart was wrong. Simply lying side by side did more for a relationship than words. A warm bed, a nest of animal intimacy. Words could be misunderstood, whereas loving companionship bred trust. – Michel Faber, The Book of Strange New Things

Intimacy is not purely physical. It’s the act of connecting with someone so deeply; you feel like you can see into their soul. – Reshall Varsos

Picked from/read more here: Intimacy Quotes For Romance And Inspiration at ReGain


Poem and Article: Shifting


Never believe,
my friend,
when you´re
down there,
how the
world looks
like then.

Your energy
opens up
and you see
clearly again.

It remains
for you
to reclaim.

As is
it continues
to hold
you near.

– Deelia ©

Why and How to Master the Art of Becoming Resilient

by Cynthia Sue Larsson at Reality Shifters Blog


Poem: Wild Geese by Mary Oliver


You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

– Mary Oliver



Poem: Humorous Guides

I channel
two words
I´ve never
heard of.
I then
find them
to be real
in urban

I burst
into laughter
of the
of description,
they also fit
the male and
the female.

is the


– Deelia ©