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

The pancakes are not cooking themselves, dear. Life is not living itself, without you. Get up get going everything calls. Everything calls for you in colour and sound and brilliant movement and you shall see it -

You lift your palms shaking bring them together no idea why you see

Life

unfolding calling and you are not
doing it alone
You lift your palms hold them
to your forehead

Life

Calling

Life

Tugging tirelessly
at your sleeve tapping
on your shoulder knee
heart
the beat that keeps
repeating
grow
through it grow
break
the limitation

In between the sky
and the earth

is a spot

No-one ever told you
not
to fill it.

There's a woman sitting
on a chair in the garden thinking
is that all right are things
really going
alright thinking
there's a boy squatting
in the grass in the backyard not kicking
the football thinking
is this all going well is it
okay that way thinking
there's a girl looking
at the corn flower not moving thinking
is everything really how it should be are things
going how they should thinking
there's an old man pausing on his  daily walk squinting
into the last rays of sunlight thinking well if this is
alright and fine thinking
     there's a baby popping out of
a mother
not thinking already
loving all that offers
itself in this place already sensing
this is going to be
a hell of an adventure sensing
     somewhere an old man
suddenly feels
an impulse to keep
walking
A boy slaps his own thighs gets up howls
into the evening light kicking
a ball a woman letting out
a breath she was holding lifting
her can to water
the flowers a girl
sets herself back
into motion
a smile on the face somewhere
in space a green planet
has gained new
confidence

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

It feels worthwhile now
Dear
to not fear
open doors and
windows

It feels
worthwhile to let
the

Sun

shine

in

Who are you when you are
stripped of your
relationships
appearance habits
sports and hobbies
tricks
hits and
unpredictable blinks of the eye
dye your hair
it won't last

who are you
still
if every fast move you make
only ends
in vast
nothingness

who are you
when
everything comes to
a standstill
when every
single
story
you have told yourself and they have told
you comes to be unraveled and
dissolves

who are you
still
when everything you have known for
decades and longer
every pattern
every language
every person
every past and future tale and
fairytale
becomes
a fairytale at last and

who are you when
the vast
high waves
crush over your head and soak
you fully
through the bones
and

who are you

when the waters have
calmed down and
you perceive

the space

Do you
Make Yourself
Bigger
Do you
Make Yourself the Place
That you call Home

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 🌀

A sleep
of thousand years or more
in warmth and stars and light
and before
night
was there-

A sleep so gentle
and so genuine

And yet such a huge
happiness
inside my heart
when you came here
and woke me up
to play-

How you said
take your headphones off
and how we walked
then ran
then jumped and laughed
so much-

And how I showed you
that just with a soft
and careful touch
you wake a sleeping flower
and make a million colours
reappear.

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

👁️

A kid leaves home and walks
Through fields of borrowed dreams
It crosses streams of sorrow
roads of hope and joy
Of talks about tomorrow
Hits its way right through brick and grass
And leaves
And feels before it sees
Warm hands beneath the shoulder blades,
Then understands:
You NEVER walk alone.

From that point on
Each step
is leading home.

Healing
Takes time, they say

I think Healing
Deserves time.

🌱

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

💚

The slightest
twitch

your palm seeking
my chest

still working on
building down
the filters that have your hand stop
in mid-air

The impact of your golden boots on the cobble stone is heavy,
getting more decisive with every step of the path, forward.
Your deep-red silk cloak sways in the wind
and covers your shoulders and back;
you are on the way, and it is good.

Imagine a king who sets one foot in front of the other, not yet
a hundred percent convinced
that he is going to like his job, this work.
A king who, nevertheless, takes it, because it is his place
and because it is time.
Imagine a king walking with heavy step so as to be heard;
a king whose first command is one pronounced with utter clarity - because it is necessary.
Imagine a king emerging,
leaving all insecurities behind - because it is time.

Imagine this king, secretly pressing - under his red cloak -
his right hand on a spot a bit above his pounding heart,
bracing himself.
For all this is new.

Imagine a king who is human, and knows it.

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

My whole system refuses
categories
at this point

refuses
to opt
am I even
a girl or not

your whole system
embraces
all possible choices
within