A little hut with
black
swirling about
a sign to stay
away come closer please
the door just slightly ajar and some
black strands of hair
almost visible -
This
you understand in a sudden impulse
is her way
to invite you maybe not
in
but closer

Hidden love
grown up still
children
a love too
much
for their now
hidden behind
loud
helpless shouting
and keeping
apart yet
deeply entangled
for that
was their way
of keeping
the love safe
what brave souls
taking
the pains
of loving

A blue forearm comes out of the void and tugs
at your chin blue skin on yours
Blue naked feet climb out of the void
into where you are
Your eyes fixed on
the incredible sight
and you ask
with all you are:
Are you that reckless

I see what
you want for yourself clearly and ache
for you put
so many stones
in the way

To turn
your Inside out
you learn
all this

To wrap the world
around you
not
to walk
towards it anymore

A quiet rebellion
every bit of it for your sake
eyes averted for fear and desperate wish
to reconnect
indicating
with every fibre every controlled breath
that open question
are you sure
now
are you
really sure
tentative
waiting
wishing
asking
so that you can answer
yes, I am

She's never impatient but always
playing she can be everywhere
unworried
even in this cell she'll play
with the bricks pull them from the wall and make
a jumping game out of it
It's not her who has hurt or hurt you
but you do not bring yourself
to believe it yet
But you sit in red and black
your back turned
towards her
and she doesn't mind because she has no
concept of waiting
And you look out of the little window through the wooden bars
out where there is the wide indifferent sea
but you do not look at it
You -
because you do have that concept -
are waiting

Amidst it all the girl
slips her small hand into
the lion's mouth
between
his teeth
and has the head
calm down

I always feel
the magnetic pull
before I look up
eyes wide
seeing you soar through the air
then I wonder

Ay! and the giant seagull snaps
the piece of ciabatta from your hand and you smile, half in secret,
though simultaneously highly pleased, and it is so obvious to me cause the beaming expression is so hard to hide, so contagious,
and I know that was what you had planed all along.
For the bird to have it. What a kid you are.

[…] And a huge shadow moves through the core and climbs out of the sea, dripping, two eyes in the middle of the face because he did not know how to make eyes. He climbs out, looking for you. So that you adjust those eyes, and cover them with your palms if need be. A shadow that would vanish in an instant if you’d give the signal.
And will you give it.
Will you.
And do you hear me… you hear me.

This is the infant biting
a juicy lemon slice for the first time
life and all
its scandalous craziness rushing
into a hilarious expression
that seems to say,
this is life I'll
buy it

Look
a beautiful thing
casts
its shadow
once it has
decided to stay
and take form;

A beautiful thing you are
finally casting
your shadow

[...]
And are you are you gonna
come
Home this time are you gonna speak
it all out the way the words are there now
are you
spilling over and are you
letting go of this age old story and
release
it to be exactly that now
A story
that you may not even want to revive for your children because the
fear
that they have to know they need to know because what if
is now
gone for good
replaced
by this massive
thing which
and it takes a while to accept
a while to
sink in and realize
is  L i f e  itself
Life that always supports
always holds ground
and never fails you
Life that
comes up with the sun and the grass and the sea
and everything else
right in front of your face
never ever pulls away from you in truth
This
is Life and this is
the only story
worth passing on

Within you there is a new kind of earth
being formed
with a new clear fresh
sea
although it is not other
A sea you dare set sail on
now
and share
and the sound of the waves crashing on the sandy shore makes
your eyes water
your heart almost
explode
of joy
Can you see it
See it
You exhale
slowly
your hair ruffled by the warm wind
What a journey
you think
What a long journey to get back here
and find everything
even more beautiful than when I have left off



                             ^^^^^^^^^^^
                  ^^^^^^^^^^^^
   ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Your heart a scenery, a warm breeze and the scent oft salty sea, seagull cries distant and not so distant, your hand tight and secure
on the railing of your ship. Yes, your ship. The wooden planks now clean and fixed, the mast upright, the wind blowing just about right.
Where ever this will go, you are, and this is for sure, the captain.

A child leaps through a stream of silver weaved
carefully into dreams that spill
into her waking life
until her eyes
are clear

A silver figure walks
on green plant leaves
red blossoms weaved
diligently
into his hair
each step
connects

Orion still
hunting the
Pleiades still
gracing
the night sky and Sirius -
ablaze with light -
still witness
to all this
while you
see everything
for the first time
and I am glad
you see it

You know for sure
I'll always
leave the light on for you, Love
and wave it
if needed
signal for you
with all I have

The snow fox hops
into the
snow
head first
and topples over
never mind though

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

Your stomach wakes you with a shocking
twist you just
docked on to the borders
of that encoded
hurtful spell
a wall of shame
protects
your innermost core

She twirls twirls twirls along the piano edge and sings I’m a sinner sinner sinner Baby
Oh you all are mere beginners if you
stick to the words

And not even the
raw dark
ledge of the abyss could harm her

(o)

Crack!
goes
the final layer...

The Queen
not dead
but dormant
for so long
So so long
stirs
already for a long time now
drenched with knowing
with foreboding
She lies still
patient
but never unseeing

On this day
it is raining
On this day
what needs to happens
happens

On this day
a hand
stretches out towards Her
shy but determined
A hand She knows well
A face She knows
so well
so
so well

Don’t wash your hands too early, dear
Look
with all you are
with your whole eye
on the battlefield

The bloodstained ground the *****
fights after fights
that occurred

Don't devalue
discredit
belittle
Yourself by disguising
this
Scene

It lies behind you now
Don’t wash your hands
too early
Wait
til you're ready to turn
Your back on it all

Liquid mind
hands of
power
time
devours not

Heart of peace unleashed

life seeks
to free you

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

A thought completely
free of any
heavy logic
flies through you right
into your fingertips to hover
just a semi second
before leaking
like a delicious liquid
into the black and white
of your instrument

Are you traveling
through galaxies
with the speed of light
dear
are you showing me
that you
nevertheless
can be here in an instant
beaming with leaves
still stuck in your hair

The field
bare
before you
a tip of your finger
reaches
for a light
touch -
and makes all of it ripple and cause
a huge
ongoing wave of the ocean

You sit by the forest and weep
a deep
deep
feeling
of loss

a world
turning inside out
for the first time
in your life


                                                              ­          You sit by the river and cry
                                    untying all knots with shaking, coop'rative hands
                                                           ­                                  a dance of your
                                                                ­                             true molecules

                                                     ­     

                                                             🌊

Time
as you knew it
cracks

lacks continuity

A huge well's
massive brick
surrounding

pulverised

water trickles
gurgles

swirls
around
before your wide
mesmerised eyes

a pull

you remember

water was

       supposed



                     to flow

In truth you do not
lose yourself
but find
you do not split
apart
but mend
you put your hands together
dear
this music
that you heard
you hear
it plays
for You

🌠

You sit by the window
watching the trees shake their last orange-brown leaves in the wind and think
absentmindedly
what to wish for

A breeze
gentle
brings
this realisation

You're not
in need
of anything

...

One foot in sea one
on shore
you
secured
your Being
down to the
roots
of the roots
and up -

out from your core

A house
not as empty
as you may think it is
I'd fill it
with a sun and moon
and stars if you wish

But first
you
come in here

A woman in orange cloth crosses
a dusty street
cluttered with
dusty fears and believes -
she straightens herself
nods
before she greets
all of them kindly

Would you like to start your poem
in the dark
here with me
a glowing pen in your hand
your beating heart will tell you
now
it's time to start
it's safe
a good idea to have the world
begin

It is dark. Night. The girl opens the window,
looks up to where she knows Orion's belt resides behind the clouds.
She thinks now she understands time.
She thinks she sees time growing out from her heart
in an illuminated spiral, flashing green,
and not ever the other way around.
She imagines the stars looking back, benevolent and still sincere, still there, in the night sky.
Still there now.
And now.
And always.

They whisper about the new King and how
he is a bit odd
in several many things
and different

Their heads bow
nevertheless
to address this man
who does not know how
to suppress a stare
to swallow down
any feeling to ban
all signs of insecurity
from his face

They kneel just once
before they are pulled up
in an awkward ****
a strong
slightly shaking arm
commanding them upward
level with an open face
in awe of
what had just happened

A wordless command
You will never be Bystanders
ever again

^^^
-----

If that's a spell I speak it
gladly
with all of you

If those bright eyes of yours
are open all the way
to touch your truth
I'll gladly hear it

You've touched a fountain buried
so deep
it surges
through you
greets
every single cell
transforms you
as you were
dear
as you were
with all your power