This is
a new kind of
silence that
asks you to fill it
this time with
YOUR true
wishes

This kind of silence does not
tolerate the neon light

This kind
of silence
was waiting
for your gaze

don't be afraid

[...]
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



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[…] 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.

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

About halfway through you know, the way is there, but it unfolds from your insides. It is the most intimate path anyone can know, there for only your feet to walk on, and yet connected to every moth, every silky feather, every wanderer on the road. It is yours because you saw it. It spirals out of your own heart, sometimes emerald green and delightful, sometimes pure darkness, horrid images and torn faces, sometimes red and wide and patient.

Look
my Love-
and if I have to literally

   lift

     your

        foot

and place it
ahead so that
it forms
your second step and third...

I'll do it

Stay true to Yourself no matter
If everyone else
suddenly breaks their promise
of self-respect and care -
You are your own comfort

❤️

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

out from your core

Holding
holding
holding the strings together
of the net which is
already ripped
you are so
devastated
clutching
the wet fabric
and yet with almost
99 percent by now-

you see the picture
of torn down stone walls
houses
bridges
bricks and cans and garbage bags
all tied together in a sac
of string
and how a kid
with fatal look and scissors
approaches -

you **** well know the kid will bring you freedom
you
****
well
know-

why hesitation?
why delay?
cause things take time til their decay can be
accepted-

look up
and see the waters rolling in
look up and see
the flood

let the kid
cut
the last remaining string
and roll with it

From here you lift your gaze
see
a million silver stars
looking back
looking
ahead
you share their eyes
their hearts unfold
your natural language
everything talks

Who dares
disturb
the Sound of Silence
No violence ever make me
turn
my back
on all the beauty.

No neon lights
ever distract
my eyes

Come take
my hand
disturb the Sound
of Silence
for a bit.

Ideas thoughts photons dart
at the sheer spaciousness -
that
is your heart there
in the middle

Your eyes scan
a person's face skin hair
first, and describe
in detail
every property;
your eyes scan
each person
refusing
to stuff them in
a category
for the sake of discourse

What a sight;
the big tree bending
his crown towards
the ground just to make sure -
is he still safely rooted
connected
to the earth -
for all this time his trunk
felt irritably numb and so
and so
he couldn't know,
he couldn't
know

Going home
can hurt so much
that you may be obliged to touch
a strangers hand
to make it.

And even if the gap seems wide
and dark
and deep
just be aware that-
very much like me-
in you there lies a brilliant seed
that grows
and shows the stranger
just then that you need
help.

a pair of purple eyes shines
intimidating
through your layers of night -
a wish you remember
which just does not leave you alone

And then we part
into storm and chaos and we do so because
we can
because
we know

in truth

nothing

separates us

<3

The paper boat
drifts off and catches
speed again

It's little paper walls
all soaked
it heaves
and heaves itself upward the stream

then turns

and in my hands it burns down all the fear and grief
and dries itself just with the fabric of my sleeve

and we walk on.

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.

something I do not want to share
stares right at you
but hides at the same time because
I told it so -
because it cannot just spill out yet
flow
through my unshielded skin
[calling you out]
before I'm ready to
invite you in again

I'll write until I surely know
The morning light
Has found You

She writes she writes
Until the night has settled
Confidently in her lap again