No words
No making up or-
Just a simple
Wordless hug
I miss you

Love
after all
has the power to
fully
liberate you

In my mind I see
a single
pinkish
petal
zigzagging through the air
according to a very
private logic
and I am stunned
by the beauty
of it

You walk towards the white door, this time more confident.
With a feverish look you pierce its handle,
your hand hovering centimetres above it.
You turn around again, around to what lies behind you.
What is past now, but still with you. Not forgotten. Not gone,
still with you, if you want to access it. All your loved ones, still there. What is gone is the fear; the bonds that were once built in such high voltage moments of panic and survival instincts - those moments.

And you take a breath,
calm, more or less.

Somewhere in the prairie
A wolf howls
And it could be anywhere
But it taps you
Right on the shoulder
Belying
Time or
Locality

Inside of you sits
a beating heart
that patiently waits til it feels
safe to take you
right through the core and out again
all the time
reminding you
with every subtle beat
of all the other
beating hearts
all of them
beginning to remember
how well they knew
each other
always

And the storm carries
With it
Fuzzy memories from
Times still
To come and softly
Touches
Your surroundings
So as to
Let you know

Down from
the earth a vibrant
humming sound fills
its spot makes
you gasp
propel hot
waves through
your legs up
into
your lungs
come
love
do not ever
stop

How you said
whining
You want to go home
How I got it
then
and answered
You can go home soon
How this was
probably
the hardest thing
I ever did

What a beautiful
Sight
The naked man
Courageous and
Completely unashamed

Do you feel your
heart break
Love
do you feel
a thousand pieces
scattered
surround you-
It'll mend
and mend
always
again

Out of the woods stumbles, falls the most lovable creature,
beaming red face half smiling half bewildered and tears everywhere, scratches on the cheeks and forehead and even on the nose,
thick eyebrows covering beaming eyes.
You take first
hesitant
steps, walk towards the tree line, where the grass melts into the soil and touches the tree trunks.
This face, beaming; Your eyes, still a bit fearful to meet.
But oh you cannot really wait.
You take more steps, walk a bit faster now,
watch your own feet as their pace quickens…
still quickens…
How your heart opens, reaches out…

I want to erase
Everyone's judgement except
My own
And say that today
It exceptionally
Hurts
To remember

Rushing by
in dust clouds of
red and white he
touches
your shoulder
and you begin
to follow
oddly innocent

Is it just that
all things now
come together
Is it just
a warm confirmation
Is it
what I hope it
to be
Is this
a question,
Dear
or is it already
your answer

YOU don't need
anyone to tell you
how to grief
correctly how
to comfort a friend in
need how to
perceive the last deed of the guy in the news
that tore a
hole in you
for no
apparent reason
You don't need me to act
the way you feel
is right and ample
you don't need any bearded guy in any
temple tell you why
you're here
You don't even need to
finish reading
dear
get on with it
go
play the way YOU
like

Sunshine. A small Spanish town in the mountains. Coffee. A table with three old men gambling and smoking and laughing. The town square lively with noise and kids' feet trampling and playing. Two women in a friendly conspiracy talk about their men. In the middle, a spot, and everything is right and as it should be. Freedom. And the sound of a spring with birds' song.

Meet me
here and now
to take
my hand
with confidence
my Love

Don't  hesitate
to put
both
feet
on our path

and walk

Come lift your gaze
courageously
and look
at the
horizon

Walk on
Look
up

I put my heart in this poem
and wrap it
for whoever'd like
to take a look-
open and see-
and with a shy grin
tap the upload button
there-
You have it

The fool runs through
every imagined wall
and crashes it
for you
holds out his hand with this
heart-warming crooked smile
and asks you to
catch up

Slightly sad a white
flamingo stands
on two legs
head slightly
tilted
trying to remember
what was it
that I
wanted
what was it...

It could be like this,
she says, disguising her pride by
raising one thin eyebrow
in what she hopes
is an eloquent manner
giving him the pains of
hiding
best as he can
the loving smile that wanted to pop onto his face
and beam, fully, at her;
It could be
just like this:
and he reads it

Already somewhere
in yet darker corners and still
slightly hidden
sights
some are mumbling
about love returning
about something
utterly
rejuvenating yet
slightly painful
returning
into
a stream of life blood
a stream
making it
for the first time
as it should be

A thunder growling in the distance
but it is not threatening

A beaming smile
now coming through
against all odds
inevitably

A dashed blasted, beaming
most beautiful
smile

It's not all just
hips moving
Love
it's more than that and less
mechanical

A dream of two palms
touching
a spark
ignites the whole of
universe

And later
panting
two kids having run
a long way
smiling at each other

How come this feels so
warm and familiar
and new
all at once

Forehead to
pointy forehead you
swim in the
cloudy
cold water with
the giant
showing his
gentleness
against all odds

On a warm spring day you are walking along a riverbed, thinking. What is the next step. What is it. You are not waiting for a thought to appear to tell you when and how to take action. You are waiting, in truth, for your being to drop the last layer, to get ready and accept the power. The power of your very own voice, to create the world you want.

A part of me still
flinches
at the sight of
hospital scenes
tubes and white sheets
blood stains-
it's not the hospital though
it's
the memories

[...] If there were shadows on the walls they would be dancing around what appears to be the most outrageous scenery in this whole liquid universe, the one spot of color which could be seen as color: in the center of the deep water lake, the still and tense water, there sits, like a satisfied child crossed-legged and full of sweets, a pink lotus blossom on a bed of its own green thick rubber leaves. This stunning sight contrasts everything else of what this cave accommodates in an almost exaggerated manner. It is a shrill primal artefact in the purest and most humble surrounding.
The flower is there by itself, unaccompanied by any other blossom or plant, and yet it could not be more at ease with its exact position and situation. The mere sight of it is the most pleasant image - if only due to its convulsing inadequateness.

Through the
heart of the earth
not the mind you can feel
it's a kind act
coming
from motherly decision making
from taking you
into a place of
collaborative
self-responsibility

If you shout
Loud enough
Maybe you'll manage
To distract
Yourself and everyone
Else from the face that
Waits behind
The mask

I do not play
I-love-you-more-than games
I do not chain
the thing called love
to fear
It is
too dear to me
and thus I let it
roam

Holy Christ how
the hell could we
for so long
leave out
of this gesture
the Mother
how
on earth
could we think
this would work