Let’s begin, like most good things in this world, with a little piece of story…
The best fairy-tales unfold slowly. They do not shoot into full blossom but rather mature in hiding, safe reclusion under the warm, thick layer of life’s dirt. For some, however, a day comes when they gather full life and the current sweeps you away. Lucky those, who are willing to surrender to its powers. Because they only will have the opportunity to experience the full out of this existence.
Welcome, to my imaginary world which springs out of the soil of my adventures and the yearning to discover what it means to live fully.
A work in progress
you see baby
there are things that
my heart desires
yet they were never
meant for me
craving for everything I’ve missed –
here – that could’ve been.
Still, my restless soul
tells me not to stop
to dare, to hope
that I cannot see
yet what is waiting
if I only open the door
and let it fly
No compromise
No compromise
Said my soul
On that day I can’t remember
In heaven
Before descending into this life
And I pay, oh I pay
Not knowing why
And it’s so much worth it
Makes for a better story
Tonight I mourn
Tonight I mourn
Even if I shouldn’t – my mind says –
I give myself permission
To feel what I do
Behind the anger, behind the disappointment,
There is grief:
That despite rocket science
And Dalai Lama
We still don’t know
How to communicate – well
How to read and not to misread
Between the fingertips
Of our fear, judgment, shame –
Which we hold onto
Like precious stones.
Throw them away,
Make space for the light
To fill you, until you overflow
With the courage to give – yourself.
I (don’t) suffer gladly
So full of impressions –
and so far from catching their essence.
Eluding myself
because
I live through stories.
I pray I can get absolution for that.
Since nevertheless reality
cuts me to the core,
peels my skin away,
pierces with its fangs.
But suffering doesn’t redeem anything,
that story was just another
sweet balm
to temp humans into
avoidance of freedom.
Belonging
You can expect many things of me
(doesn’t mean I’ll obey)
but please don’t expect me to be ‘fine’.
I prefer to feel the rawness
when it’s there.
I don’t want to fit
your comfortable limits.
In the craziest fit,
I choose
Not to betray myself.
Because even
the perfection of
a peaceful moment
is a poor consolation
when you don’t feel
like you belong there.
The night is for artists
Tonight, art is bigger than life
It burns, keep me awake
Make the time worthwhile
At least for me – nothing compares
Why didn’t I understand sooner?
But no…
Everything has its time and space
it’s irrelevant
here, there; now, then
timeless beauty
whole world, all the places
pulled into one
in this minute, second
of total awareness
where transcendence of all
meets with paper.
Weak approximation, shameful really
is what we have left…
The one who wants to know
You take too much
Soaking up the world
Receptive and clever
Yet
Your don’t spend
Enough time in the void
(yes, still)
You don’t give enough
Of what you have
The sacrifice of love
Just sit and let it be discovered
Put the work
Of dressing up in form
The unspeakable, undefined
Never a hundred percent there
And still – important
More than everything
Bad woman
How bad am I
when
I look at the moon,
forget to fake a smile,
don’t write,
want the world to disappear,
think about you?
How bad would it be
if
one day,
inconspicuously,
without warning,
I got lost in wonder,
and forgot to breathe?
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