A Protecting Hand
Writing
A protecting hand like an arc is ensnaring two kids hugging each other in the mother`s womb. A cave with solid ground unbeneath. There is warmness to sense. These kids are circling like an orb in the belly. Above of them there is a stone, moving like a slug. The wood is of bestowing and […]
Consolidation
Writing
I am lost in solitude and I am getting sad and angry. Freezing and fright are waking up within me. Life seems to be flat and I regard it fully in aversion. It is simply to run away. I find myself in a deathly wasteland of philistines, who are staring in the emptiness of their […]
Network
Writing
The town of Cannes originates from a picturesque old town on the hill with view over the film festivals location. A fishing village kissed by the sun at the beloved Côte d`Azur. Dizzling light above the coast. Every morning little fishing boats are striving to the sea for dropping their fishing nets and catching fish. […]
Time
Writing
Everything ist recuring over the years. Flashing at a great speed. Gravitiy is becoming perceptable. I have a drink with me to reflect on the meaning of life. Out there at the lake. I am fuming and I discover a spot of violence. This emotion impedes ending everything that is not truely belonging to me. […]
Change of Prospect
Writing
Joy of going to the horses, today. Always accompanied by my friends Rita and Laura and Peggy the Boxer / German shepard female mongrel. Immediately at the wooden pass we receive cheerful greetings of the watchdog. Alike at the entrance something different is happening, which is unusual. Ludwig the gelding is bristling with anger, striking […]
Horse Aroma
Writing
I love horse aroma, which had been wrapping warmly my childhood. Back then in the countryside, it was smelling inevitably and elusively of warm droppings. Simply everywhere this kind of wonderful mist, which we had left behind. Snortling from a horses nostrils accommodated with me. I received friendly greetings from a horse, that invited me […]
Without Title
Writing
this is a poem for my unaquainted Beloved whom I hold in distance and foreigness standing upright in front of me, strong, courageous, proactive, his beautiful soul is radiating through clear eyes – my eyes there are people, who I do not recognize, some of them have ripped abs. fast-pasted and moving by this counterpart […]
Inner Child and New Venture
Writing
Am I anxious? About of what? Living ingenuously in the chaos of my life, feeling small and ridiculous. Reality or ignorance? Tightness and awkwardness within me, what the hey! This state of being I associate as cold and freeze. Self-limitation. Becoming aware of my breath. Breathing now, deeply, steadily and finely – inhaling and exhaling […]
People liking
Writing
There are people, who I like. I like their way of sharing their awareness of life. I can hear beautiful piano playing, cheerful sound by our neighbour, just opposite of our home. These are the people I like. I sense ease, joy, grace and abundance. People like them share many gifts. They are nourishing, strengthening, […]
Fear or Fridge
Writing
The feeling of fear seems to be terribly cold. A feeling intense or real? A fridge is cold, too. Yet, opening it, I discover beautiful productivities that I can use to prepare hot food. The choice is there and it is up to me, which picture I prefer. I decide for fresh fruit and veggies […]