Your mind goes
Not strong enough
to do this
not strong...
your head almost
exploded
but
you are not strong for
knowing it
you gain strength
on the way

The whole Universe
with a cheeky smile
conspires in
fulfilling
your heart's desires
and is happy to

White lines marking
her skin she
tilts her head
slightly
narrowed eyes
knowing alright
once more through it
with patience
and strength
moonlight keeping
her company

With every step you gain confidence.
The night air smells of oregano and rosemary and dust. As you reach the lower, flatter area again, you are surrounded by more green.
The poppies’ red is more difficult to make out without daylight
but you add the shade of bright red
from your imagination.

A sparkling
sticky trail on a
wet forest path

A morning between
broad-leafed trees and
speedy bugs

Blackbird couples
skimming
the leafy ground

Soft
eager rays of
silver light
separated by
red tree trunks

Reflecting back from
the snail's trail
tracing it
like your eyes do

A bonfire in the
dark confronting me with
pure essence
stirring
every bit of pain
in my heart
and
afterwards
familiar tickling
warmth
returning

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

Don't worry, dear
cause
The water

Is always

With you

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

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…

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

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

Such a weird mood
half inwardly
laughing half
clenching teeth for
what's
to come
ah girl
hummm the song til
it all gets
clearer ~
you little strong
bird in the storm  looking for
the word beneath

There is a huge pit of
burning fire available to you-
you better cut all
remaining ties
of fear
that fuel it

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

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.

One good thing before
I close my eyes tonight
A good-
Pleasant warmth
Around my heart
As I see
The ice
Is melting

Four buzzard hawks came flying
Into my view today
Dancing in the air
Before the
Azure blue sky and triggered
A relieved
Exhale putting
A smile back on my face

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

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

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

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

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

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

[...] 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.