The little girl sits
with her braids flipping
on the wooden swing not
just swinging wildly yet
The greatest shame always was
she says
wisely
to let loose the infinite amount
of Love I carry in me
because
here you wait
you know this is
most essential
because they just wouldn't, for some reason, take it

Beat, goes your heart
and you let it connect

He used to
park his rusty red
mobile
near the riverside where you
tend to walk
chat talk
to the world
He used to serve the most
passionate Latte
One day you recognised
a delicate
bird on the foam
He used to park near the riverside
and still does

She is a young Warrior of Hearts, fierce yet thoroughly kind with the help of the Earth and a black Jaguar at her side, always. She has learned to command the Energies of the earthly Elements and channel the calm and unconditional and powerful Energy of her Brother and friend in Spirit, the silver light, who is a young man, modest but strong, short Hair and kindness shining from his entire figure. He deeply loves the Earth and she has gifted him with all sorts of green leaves and vivid flowers thruout their time together. She has the Warrior Dance in her blood, knows no chronology, number or comparison. She knows the Moment, the fight, the dance, and was born for that. She has wild, colorful hair to her shoulders with braids and feathers sticking out. Her face is painted with the Red Marks of War, and her eyes are steady and sparkle golden. She has the statue of a teenager, but she is slender and strong. Her only  armour is a golden chest protector, a short fluffy skirt of feathers and fur, and a silver moonstone around her neck. She uses her right hand and on her palm there is a Spiral Tattoo. He and she fight together now, side by side. And in harmony. She lets him surround her in his silver flame If she needs it, and she amazes him.
Quietly, but ever present and deep, sits the Moon Goddess in her pink lotus, wearing a simple long dress out of the fabric of the Universe itself, bright Stars stichted into it. She does not need to look at them to see them. Yet she holds the space for them to interact and dance. She is beautiful and timeless, a deep sense of calmness and integrity surround her. She feels affectionate towards them, and yet does not need to name her resonance for it always surrounds them, too.

✨✨✨

The Moon Goddess has accepted her Name and yet can accepts many names and none. Her Name does not define her, but it makes tangible what she has to offer to whom ever is willing to listen in the stillness. Her children are not only playing, they are putting her into Action, by their very own will. Her gaze resides on them in quiet amazement, and a glint of motherly pride moves her spacious Heart. They remind her.

🌱🌀🔥

Ideas thoughts photons dart
at the sheer spaciousness -
that
is your heart there
in the middle

Racks my brain
racks my brain racks my-

because:
how why for what
reason
do we
so much in vain attempt
to
pin
things
down

not let them

be

She sits next to you now, on the dusty
Brick wall munching a green apple
Unperturbed
As your thoughts about time
Are still rattling

So,
She states, looking at you
I have been
Here beside you all the time,
Haven't I

Your brain snaps

She winks.

Then, with a click,
Your brain takes it, got it

Move.

In the middle of the middle
of no space
a pair of yellow, childlike eyes,
innocent and with
just a trace of oblivion,
opens

A look at
Creation
A rush of
Fear of so much
Love
And:
Crack
There he was
Placed outside
Consciousness

Do you like
Vanilla ice cream, Love
You nod say yes because
They have told you so they say all kids like
Vanilla ice cream, right

For years and years into
Your adult life you have
Despised
Vanilla ice cream until

One day in spring
The ice cream van comes rushing down
The curvy street
And you do feel
A twitch inside-
Step forward and buy
With a beaming smile on your face
A scoop of
Vanilla ice cream

He looked up into the grey sky
and decided: it's not time yet, I got time
and, shakig off the cold, massaging his hands,
he said: it should rhyme.

And thus he began:

To fabricate the best amongst all the poems -
that is what I will do, and forget about the rest
and the empty phrases
that fill no cup and no page.

To make you wonder, and frown
and think: who is this?
This master of words, of letters,
What kind of bliss
is he blessed with?

Then also: to make you remember
my name and my word,
and the fame that so uplifted
my thoughts.

And: to remind you
of my soul and bones
when I shall be gone, and not long after that,
you will build a statue
of stone.

But before all that I will-
I must-
I should-

But where shall I begin?
Where shall I
begin?

And you will put down your paper, your pen,
you will sigh, and know: all this was only a revery.
Then you will stand up, undress, stand naked in front of the mirror-
and dance.

A golden blanket wrapped
around you
Her words
I will always be with you
and you begin to accept
their feeling true

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

What you call
imagination, Dear
I simply call it
memory

Under layers of
Dark soothing water lies
The Heart of the Ocean
Harbouring
An unspoken Secret
Hidden away by your own Hand
Til you come
Find it

💙

You go inward trying to
listen
listen

but the child
does not speak to you
yet

You hand me
words that I translate
into colour for you so that you
can understand
I loosen them up
break, gently, their hard lines and shapes
so that their energy becomes one
you can handle
so that this world becomes
one you can handle,
dear

No matter how far
you can walk
no matter where you take your turn
nothing will show
upon this land
nothing will grow.

Burn all the waste
dig holes so deep
the ground breaks in upon itself
blow up the soil
so that the seep
comes up.

And in the end
you see-
you walk towards yourself:
a convex mirror hems
your field-
and as you try to flee
and as you try to shield your face-

it closes in upon you.

Holding
  My fingers
To my brain
It hurts-
    Framing my face, my head
       Encircling inner horrors
          And still –
For all there is, for all the dread-
I still don’t care.

And then we part
into storm and chaos and we do so because
we can
because
we know

in truth

nothing

separates us

As it came running
Like three lights or three eyes,
I could not but would not
Step aside fast enough.

It hit me and cold steel,
Slashing my body,
Drove right through the inside
Of my bones and heart.

Grieve not, for this time
I felt deadly alive.

On a dark blue ocean wave rides
a red-white striped
lighthouse
beams
simultaneously
inward and out -
You cannot miss it

Clapping and smiling
They will tear me to pieces,
Outraged and amused,
They will knock me down.

I am a new member,
So please be soft on me.
Have mercy, my people,
You see what I cannot.