Dear all, I ran into this poem by a Norwegian, Olav H Hauge. I believe it catches some of what is going on right now, on this list and outside. My translation might not convey the whole story, but I´ll give it a try.
This is the dream. This is the dream we carry that something extraordinary will happen that it must happen - that time will open up that the heart will open up that doors will open up that the mountan will open up that sources will spring forth- that the dream will open up, that we one early morning shall glide into a bay, that was unknown to us. Love Agneta Falk
