You're
allowed to breathe
with everything you are
You're allowed
to breathe and
take
Space
wrap yourself around
those obstacles
like water
til they
melt

A girl with soft hair cut
herself in three parts once;
One to break forth
and live
through every wild adventure,
one to pretend
to hold her back
to never lack the challenge,
and then the third to have
this story
written down and merge them
back together
like feathers falling from the sky
before your feet
and have you read this,
Dear,
and have you
read this

You look at Yourself, at what you are, how soft you feel, how gentle - and you think - can that be can that really be here -  and you start growing around Yourself grow around until every inch of this gentleness is now
protected until
every cell and non-cell knows
You are supposed to be exactly this way and right here where you are
until you intertwine
with what you protect
know it inside out and
embody it without
hiding without thinking without
fear
Just
Being what you always were

Your shield and sword merge
into one thing being
a dead sure
statement
you can
uphold
eternally

A girl in the streets, *****, untidy hair a scary look on the face plays
a violin facing
all the while
the man who hates it

One by one he
cuts
her strings but she
keeps playing without a single
alteration on her face

Not even after the
very
last
string has - with a final thud - been cut in half
does she stir

And only when -

It's only then that he does realise
grows pale and with wide eyes feels something sting:
the sound never came from the instrument.

He exhales
gives in
surrenders to the
vibrant sound surrounding
his every cell and hair and thought
bathes
in what ought to be
for so long

Carved into land into soil there run
Veins of steamy wagons
Noisy vehicles
And trains
Along the arteries
Flowers grow
Courageously
inbetween it all
And You-

Through all the noise I hear
The beat
Of the heart
Of the Earth saying
Look
Saying
I want
To feel
The naked soles
Of your feet walking
My skin again

You explain look-
Time changes...
Of course you
Both smile knowing
haha, does it
Fit your hand into hers
into his
Shake it off
Loose your thick cough and free
Your lungs from steam and dust
You did it
Many times before and will
This time
All the more free yourself and others:
A brother is who sees what is at stake
When needed

How does the light work
Says the bird to the other
And does it hurt to get
Caught in its radiance

A golden
Scale
Reflects
From where it lies
There in the stream
A gleaming
Single
Ray of light
Directs it so that
It
Precisely
Hits
The iris
Of my resting eye
And
By its
Sheer power
Makes me
Shiver