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Henrik Bo Jensen

  • 20.04.1947 - 30.12.2017

En Vandrer; Vandret Videre

Alone in the wild – just for a while Out of rainfall emerges a creek 
the roar of a torrential river glimpses deep down
a strong wind stirs up the backpack 
an inner voice whispers 
beware my friend take care now Dark scudding clouds crossing swiftly
 the snow-capped mountain peaks on the horizon Walks alone Disappears down into the canyons rainy wild side on a cruise between treacherous slippery muddy rocks balances above the river's strong current until a climb up to a carved hollow sheltered from safe ancient rock outcrops Finally reaching the hidden point where the soul can get peace and the senses be unfolded without being disturbed time dissolve slowly and life feels infinitely powerful and present The sun suddenly breaks through warms the wet clothes an eagle crosses slowly the canyon in a beautiful swing the only sound is the distant roar of the river with a strong ozone smell in the nostrils senses disconnects the brain too shortly the world is beautiful from this place on earth A smile and a deep warm feeling lighten up my eyes for a while never to forget and to carry you on with your life powered up by the nature from where you were born By Henrik, 2014

En Vandrer; Vandret Videre

Alone in the wild – just for a while Out of rainfall emerges a creek 
the roar of a torrential river glimpses deep down
a strong wind stirs up the backpack 
an inner voice whispers 
beware my friend take care now Dark scudding clouds crossing swiftly
 the snow-capped mountain peaks on the horizon Walks alone Disappears down into the canyons rainy wild side on a cruise between treacherous slippery muddy rocks balances above the river's strong current until a climb up to a carved hollow sheltered from safe ancient rock outcrops Finally reaching the hidden point where the soul can get peace and the senses be unfolded without being disturbed time dissolve slowly and life feels infinitely powerful and present The sun suddenly breaks through warms the wet clothes an eagle crosses slowly the canyon in a beautiful swing the only sound is the distant roar of the river with a strong ozone smell in the nostrils senses disconnects the brain too shortly the world is beautiful from this place on earth A smile and a deep warm feeling lighten up my eyes for a while never to forget and to carry you on with your life powered up by the nature from where you were born By Henrik, 2014
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