As I realize
The moon's not up yet
But takes its time wandering
I, too
Feel calmer

🌖

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 nodded, once, shaking with Decision and I
From where I stood
Started moving
Simultaneously
Working
Our way

From Control

Through the Heart
Facing Fear

Into Power 🌀

In a silent
Corner of Universe there sits
A young, shy Figure of light
Knowing
The dark Space holds -
Not absorbs -
Him

He waits there, patiently
But with an eager Heart
Til you give him
The Signal

Eager to Show himself
Before your very own Eyes

👁️

You brace yourself take
A deep breath
Before you open
That **** Box and find
A live dog INSIDE, gazing up at you
Half embarrassed half
Amused about you FINALLY
making Up your mind.

🐱🐶

Darkness as
The quiet potential

For light

Waits
Surrounds you

Patiently

Tolerating all labels and fears
With open arms

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.

As you grew into
Your true Form the scenery
Before your very eyes,
Too,
Changes and turns
Into the live version of what you
Always perceived
As remembering forward.

You are perfect, cause time has always been for you.

❤️

You shake of the little
That still clings
To your Form, with loving
Assertion

We can do this now

Shake of your old roles
And in this way allow freedom to become
Non-possesive

Healing
Takes time, they say

I think Healing
Deserves time.

🌱

Integration doesn't mean that
Everything has to blend into
One cohesive Self

Integration
To me
Means
That everything can be there with You
Without having to Change into Something else

🌼

I wake Up
Circle Moment
Doubt, thought patterns....
I know this
and already wrote down
Things that could nourish me today
And then tomorrow, we will See

💚

I see you and I write this
To acknowledge
And appreciate your love and pain
And I will do everything
To heal you 🌀♥️

"You taught me the courage of stars
before you left
How light carries on endlessly,
even after death
With shortness of breath
You explained the infinite
And how rare and beautiful it is
to even exist"

🎼✨

A young child sat
On the branch of the Apple tree
Wondering, watching
Trying to make Sense

Now she breathes
Finishes her Apple in Peace

Before she'll climb down

Nodding.

Now I'll Join.

🍏

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.

🌱🌀🔥

Going to
therapy
taking pills talking
talking to people
sleeping
enough
rough thoughts
in my head

Breast heavy
flow interrupted
step by
step
got it?

Nothing comes naturally
anymore nothing
flows through you and makes you
forget time
everyone tells you It's coming back
It' coming
back but you just wonder
when and how

I am relieved to be
in your life again I am
a bit
lost for words
I freak
already

I hate
sad poetry
I hate when flood gates
do not open
stuck inside
bite
grind
I hate
sad poetry

It feels like
the middle of the day and yet
you are
tired
It feels like a river that does not flow

Nothing is an option anymore everything
dull as if
not yet in sunlight not in darkness everything
is not as it was and it was never as it is
now
you are
bored
and you can feel it
like thick air melting without
room
to go
you can smell it like you smelled roses before
you can
touch
it like you would touch silk or leather only that
this touch
is reminiscent of nothing that you need to dig deeper for
deeper
and this
boredom
blocks every attempt to do so
to dig
deeper
for feelings

I cannot see it
yet
and dare not
letting go

You taught me about
the blind spot I fear you are
mine

You think you throw bombs
and they destroy me
I throw flowers back
you think in your head
everything makes sense
you think I'm too dense
to reflect
I throw flowers back
You think you invaded my home town
you did not
you think your force overthrows me
I throw flowers back.

You pick up your pen
nightly
to get off your chest what lies on it
heavy like a stone
and you write
inch by inch
bit by bit
what needs to be written down
of all the horrors your eyes have witnessed
all the beauty that you remember
your hand shakes
pouring ink all over your page
and yet you get all the numbers right
all the names and ancient signs
You pick up your pen again this night
tonight
and you write honouring all ancient women' names
in the soft moonlit room
You put down your pen
out of breath and sweat pearling down your chest
knowing
you wrote
another night
against all odds
for the life of them

A poem without words with nothing that
hurts
your fragile skin
a poem that connects what
within
still beats for peace and freedom