It's not all just
hips moving
Love
it's more than that and less
mechanical

A dream of two palms
touching
a spark
ignites the whole of
universe

And later
panting
two kids having run
a long way
smiling at each other

How come this feels so
warm and familiar
and new
all at once

On a bright sunny morning
Up in a field of chance
An orange-hooded creature shows
A vivid dance on a
White mountain top
Encircled in a cloud
Of greenish surging fog
Ad hoc thoughts
Throb through
Veins and arteries
And nothing there that might
Disturb the scenery

These days
when I say out loud
or think
I miss you
what I mean is
I can't wait

I love you.

Inside of you sits
a beating heart
that patiently waits til it feels
safe to take you
right through the core and out again
all the time
reminding you
with every subtle beat
of all the other
beating hearts
all of them
beginning to remember
how well they knew
each other
always

Sunshine. A small Spanish town in the mountains. Coffee. A table with three old men gambling and smoking and laughing. The town square lively with noise and kids' feet trampling and playing. Two women in a friendly conspiracy talk about their men. In the middle, a spot, and everything is right and as it should be. Freedom. And the sound of a spring with birds' song.

Through the
heart of the earth
not the mind you can feel
it's a kind act
coming
from motherly decision making
from taking you
into a place of
collaborative
self-responsibility

YOU don't need
anyone to tell you
how to grief
correctly how
to comfort a friend in
need how to
perceive the last deed of the guy in the news
that tore a
hole in you
for no
apparent reason
You don't need me to act
the way you feel
is right and ample
you don't need any bearded guy in any
temple tell you why
you're here
You don't even need to
finish reading
dear
get on with it
go
play the way YOU
like

The puppeteer thinking
all along he's
in charge and power while
all the puppets know very well
and play along for his sake since
without them he'd be
just downright lonely so they
let him off the strings
slowly and with
utmost caution
and only when they know
he's ready

And he is ready now

What a beautiful
Sight
The naked man
Courageous and
Completely unashamed

Heart and
Belly
At the moment knocking
Each other out
Like an electric current
One little electron
Just not agreeing

Holy Christ how
the hell could we
for so long
leave out
of this gesture
the Mother
how
on earth
could we think
this would work

Wearing a crown quite often
makes you feel very
lonely
and burdened

A weight on your head that
if you be honest
never fully felt
yours
in the first place

Now
sharing the weight
handing over a little
splinter of
this
very
crown
does feel

so much lighter
and just

Forehead to
pointy forehead you
swim in the
cloudy
cold water with
the giant
showing his
gentleness
against all odds

Take off your clothes along with
your false believes, bank account, infiltrated systems
cough up your wounds and heal them
unwind
leave city, color, job, house and religion
far behind
just for a bit

and look: what do you see?

From here you can
climb from the ashes like a
free bird in the morning sun

Come up with your
completely own cute tale, my Dear
and spin it

You are the world;
move in it

Popping up
on walls
in dreams
on flowers' thorns
to make
the fire
tangible

Love
after all
has the power to
fully
liberate you

It could be like this,
she says, disguising her pride by
raising one thin eyebrow
in what she hopes
is an eloquent manner
giving him the pains of
hiding
best as he can
the loving smile that wanted to pop onto his face
and beam, fully, at her;
It could be
just like this:
and he reads it

Already somewhere
in yet darker corners and still
slightly hidden
sights
some are mumbling
about love returning
about something
utterly
rejuvenating yet
slightly painful
returning
into
a stream of life blood
a stream
making it
for the first time
as it should be

A thunder growling in the distance
but it is not threatening

A beaming smile
now coming through
against all odds
inevitably

A dashed blasted, beaming
most beautiful
smile

Somewhere in the prairie
A wolf howls
And it could be anywhere
But it taps you
Right on the shoulder
Belying
Time or
Locality

I do not play
I-love-you-more-than games
I do not chain
the thing called love
to fear
It is
too dear to me
and thus I let it
roam

[...] The silence here is so pure that even the dripping of the stalactites cannot interrupt it or rather, it does not disturb it. The cave is space, it is wide and indescribably dark. The water in it has a certain tension; it is quiet but tense like an animal ready to jump at the lion’s roar and run for its life out of instinct. The water has memory and knows how to be, how to remain and evolve. It is here in this stone-cold silence without imagining ever not to be here, or not to be at all.

If you shout
Loud enough
Maybe you'll manage
To distract
Yourself and everyone
Else from the face that
Waits behind
The mask

Do you know how to
make the current rush
from your heart to your
toe and through
til your fingertips

Do you know how the world
likes to play with you

Do you know
all you thought
could be true,
Love

Not distant
but strangely intimate
and familiar

Kind words
a fire that visits
and surprises me then

Something from higher
spaces and yet
down-to-earth

At last I have learnt and
am learning
to fully admire
your workings

You feel like okay my fingers itch twitch like it needs to be written needs to, ah like, squeeze it all out and in between it feels tremendously like
***
And what if
No kid this time no what ifs
This time just running if you feel like it
This time
Just hum like a humming bird not like
A wrecking ball caught between two schedules
You now
Have full control
Of your body parts baby
No dealing with outer fury and
Guilt in order to make them shift
You have
Grown a whole
Incredible lot
Like a mountain on the move
And dealt with
Water whirling in the
Scariest form
No one now
Dare
Touching
Your untouchable parts and if so
Become
A tiger and roar like what not
Roar your guts out have them spill
In front of everyone right on
The coffee table
Does no harm to
Shake 'em up a bit
Once in a while-
Oh what
A lightened smile this casts
Upon your face
What a
Feast of learning
Celebrate
Yourself
My dear
Remember
It is
Chaos
It
Is
Always
Here
For you

Full of water
now
what formerly consisted
of separate compartments
has merged and
is connected by
the soft flood
that has forced
the cells to
recognise their oneness

My Soul's
A puppy dog
And wants
To play -
Bumps into
Thick
Grey
Walls
If you don't
Want to

And why not value
your writing just as much as you would value
your body
an orange
a cement vase
a jar of honey or
a metal instrument
why not
bend
reality
to your own needs
and wishes
this time
why not
rhyme
your world into
a state of
being

Imagine a kid
falling and hitting
her knee
and disguising
her pain-