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Jun 2021 · 95
good ol' sun
twinklinginblue Jun 2021
what is warm but sometimes cold?
a light without fire,
a burning eye,
the end of the day,
basically a god?

Praise the sun!
for it will be there
when we are all be gone
and what is a god
if not eternal?
twinklinginblue Jun 2021
And now I am here, standing in line, in front of a big gate.

A person in white or in black, always shifting between form and color,is talking to a woman, holding a giant piece of paper.

I look around and see some more gates and tunnels, caves and holes, stairways going up, stairways going down.
One line starts where it ends and the people in it just take a step forward in a circle.

I can barely see another crowd, not humans but dogs standing in line, paper sheets between their teeth, talking to a golden retriever with glasses and a pen.

"You are next" said the ever-shifting person and as I step forward it turns more into a image of a person.
Nose, ears, lips and warm eyes as well as hands and a barely visible human body covered by white fabric.

It turns out to be a woman but a part of my mind knows that my imagination make it to  a woman.
Whatever this is.

"Hello" I said.
"Hello" she answers.

I am standing there, quite a bit nervous as I had the urgent feeling to fill the silence.
My eyes look upward, not focussing on anything special, just avoiding the person in front of me.

I start to swing back and forth on my feet, just like I always did in situations like these. Getting into trouble, avoiding conflict, school presentations. The presentations were by far the worst.
As I swing I realise that there are persons in line, waiting to stand here and I look back.

No one is here, no humans, no other ways, no dogs.

This would be a lot better with a dog on my side, I am thinking, as I look around in this white shifting cotton world.

A light fresh breeze is going through cotton world, swirling the clouds around.
Something is scratching in my hand and I realise holding a giant paper in my hand, looking like a Post-It from my refrigerator.

- first heart beat:       check
- first walk:                check
- riding a bike:          check
- driver license:         check
- school graduation: check
- getting married:      check
- ....

The list goes on and on, kids, friends, family, the small things and the big things, every note in my life, some with a concrete condition to get checked.

- first walk (while every kid learns to walk)
- driver license (while everyone in school learns to drive)
- pass that one math test in 4th grade" (to get good grades)
- wear that one label t-shirt (to be like the cool kids)
- get in a relationship (so no one can judge)
- work overtime (so no one can judge)
- ...

The majority of other points just got the note "because they told you so".

Some points put a smile on my face: drawing flowers for my mum, get to the next level in my local boulder hall, taking time for my dad to chat about tennis, ...

I wonder where the things in my life are that went unchecked but they are not listed in here and I can't remember a single one by myself.

Anyway I am proud of myself, so many to do's checked and done!

With a good feeling, I hand my paper to the woman. She looked at me, read carefully and let the paper slide through her hands. And as it lightly floats to the ground, like no paper this size should do, it starts to flock and fall apart, until it turns into the white cotton around me.

At first I felt anger, then a sudden shift to a more calm feeling and then acceptance. It's gone, who cares. But my confusion was still high and so I asked: "Why?"

The woman smiled at me and starts to explain:
"You are caught by conditions and confront with rules people create for you. But there is only one "you" and these people are not you."
She looks above and so do I.
"These clouds are all To-Do's and important things we had to do in a urgent feeling of relevance. As you could read by yourself, most of these points are not really written by you, but marked by others on your mind and soul. And all that trouble that comes with it fades in the end."

"So nothing really matters?" I asked. (hearing a little voice in my head singing "tooo meee")

She looks me in the eyes and I realize that she is blind.
She says:
"I think you always knew what matters in your life.
Remember the things that comes in your mind.
The things you are truly proud of, the things that make the people around you feeling joy and love.
Take your time in life to enjoy it."
Take your time :)
Apr 2021 · 64
a peaceful storm
twinklinginblue Apr 2021
You saw it coming
dark clouds, thunder crackling
illuminating your doom
but you look around
and realize
that there is nothing you can do
and that there' s nothing to lose

You stand right in front of it
in the face of the storm
the howling wind forces the tears out of your eyes
but still you are there
and you realize
your feet follow the force
and your steady stand
begins to slip into a tiny dance

And now you are in the eye
and you see those who fight
and you see those who run

You are caught in the storm
a kid of thunder
a child of rain

You look up
and see all the people who care for you
and realize
in search of peace
the storm has found you



you are safe now
Mar 2021 · 180
eternal spring
twinklinginblue Mar 2021
Sky untied from me
clouds shining through sapphire
the eternal spring prevails
Mar 2021 · 74
up and gone
twinklinginblue Mar 2021
leaving planet earth
my mind in the clouds above
I levitate
Feb 2021 · 60
to choose
twinklinginblue Feb 2021
My love divide for two
green or blue both hold my heart  
Do I have to choose?
Feb 2021 · 605
brother
twinklinginblue Feb 2021
Dear brother
I miss you

the lion heart
that beats in your chest
the hot-blooded courage
and the loud roaring laughter

We are opposites
and yet so similar
now I am sitting here
a moon without light
a ebb without riptide

Dear brother
I miss you so much
Feb 2021 · 410
soo ... what's next?
twinklinginblue Feb 2021
what's next? you ask,
wondering what will happen
when this life ends

for me it's quite simpel
your faith have the power
to bring imagination to existence

and your images of heaven and hell
of paradise, reincarnation and afterlife
they are all true and untrue

and you see that religion is a question
without a false answer
a struggle without defeat

life is the most beloved creation by existence itself
you can decide how to spend the afterlife
as the end is just a new beginning

Soo ... what's next?
To the person who saw afterlife and want to discuss - please stand up

Not a answer but a thought of the poem "God's Ghazal" by Parker Vance on HelloPoetry. The "wishing you just cared god" got me thinking.

For me there was always something beyond god and gods as there appearence is limited.
I always liked the concept of something that gave human the gift to create their own afterlife.
For some it may appear naive but for me it's the core of inner peace
Feb 2021 · 229
catch the spark
twinklinginblue Feb 2021
And when I look around
it seems to be a never ending winter
Without the snow or the warmth of home

But as soon as the sun shines through
you will catch a spark
And begin to bloom
A reminder to myself and all readers that bad times will pass someday. Got hit by the corona blues but now with sun and stars shining in a clear sky, life doesn't seem so bad anymore :)
Feb 2021 · 146
stay blue
twinklinginblue Feb 2021
Keep it simple
let yourself drift
on these waves
and always remember
to be alive in mind and body

stay blue
Feb 2021 · 71
To be
twinklinginblue Feb 2021
I am not a hero,
who manages everything without problems
And I am not an angel
because only he who is without sin
keeps his wings and stays in heaven
I am not a god
because many say
there is only one
where once there were many
one at the wheel
who keeps it all going
one head
for one crown
for one kingdom
but that is not me
I am not an animal
for I am aware
And I am neither water
nor stone nor earth nor air
But if I am human
where is my connection
the bond to all others of my kind
the fear of darkness
the feeling of warmth
the beat of my own heart
But if I am human
who can I be
who cannot exist yet
what should I be
what could not yet become
And if I am not human
what is left to be?
twinklinginblue Feb 2021
And it all felt so empty and meaningless,
in my world
And I couldn't see that it was dark
in my heart
And that there was nothing in this world to share it with
For this is my world
And as I opened myself up
I saw that it was my heart
That lay trembling in my hands
And with peace and light
the stars are shining again
and guide me on my way
To my future
And everything was luminous and real
for the first time
in my world

— The End —