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

An open hand
cannot hold
strings
Unfolded wings
cannot not fly

Breathe your mind empty;
I couldn't give you
different names though your
appearances differ
I couldn't
bring myself to call you
anything
A half-hearted try
you say,
already feeling
your face radiate
this smile that only builds from
knowing
I couldn't name you
anything else

A marvellous
flock of birds swims
in moving air and dances
as one
stunning
organism

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

in truth

nothing

separates us

An orange blue
bird
huddled outside under another
fluffy bird's wing gives you
an impression of wholeness
calm now
and swim

Like a children's book -
I leaf through
all the coming adventures
and I wouldn't want
to be anywhere else

Because the fish
in the sea
never forbade themselves
to be aware of the water

Because the girl
in this world
always had eyes
for the bees and the leaves
of grass
and the air

There's a huge marble palace high
up above the clouds in the woods in the sky and beautiful birds
circle
its spires and fountains in this palace lives
a boy with pale skin not from
the lack of sun
with white lashes silvery
airy hair
A boy who runs plays jumps and one day
stumbles
into an unknown room
too dark to see his pale hands
Nevertheless
he permeates
the darkness
Eyes narrowed muscles only
half-tensed
A foggy thing softly
pushing tugging at
the corners of his mind
A memory
emerging
makes his feet
keep
the steady pace
into this room
towards a spot where
behind dusty curtains
a figure
curled up
sort of sleeps but breathes
gently
Pale hands find
Raven hair tug
lightly
Wake up, love
I was so pale cause you were missing

I feel you in my backbone
always there
always
I feel you
with all I have
never go away
never leave me

Hammer in my right hand a bunch of
nails in the left
green vines bending towards my legs
I'm here
with all I have

I kneel down on the
cool muddy surface
caress
with decided clarity
the soil
the earth

I do belong

what is love, what hate
what is a fifth grader picking up
a dead bird
what is your hand moving
to touch a bluebell flower
without a second thought
what your heart
in your word
what is love
what hate
how much weighs
your statement
in this cold winter air
how much
your warm breath

At the edge of your perception borders
the image of
a fuzzy silhouette a figure
zigzagging through
tundra snow
in quiet speed -
a mental movement
reaches you
covered in still ice crystals -
a reminder
of just how far
feels close to you

You might not believe it,
Love,
but this is winter
leaving
even if it feels like
you're right
in the middle of it

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

❤️

Nothing but a silk dress on,
a Night full of cellular stress
comes to an end -
nothing in the way
of your breathing

The cave men's child sits
apprehensive
not really daring to make a first move
with all of the earth's turning
all of the creatures humming
outside the cave -
so Universe
intervenes
sends an image
of the night sky sprinkled
with silvery white scale-stars
on the pitch black
cosmic body
made of water -
a sign of intimate
Trust
for the cave men's child who
gets it
gets up
slowly
the right hand tinged in
rusty red colour
to make the boldest move -
a most beautiful handprint
on the cave walls
a slice of moonlight shining on it;
the most stunning canvas
of all time
the most courageous child

The pancakes are not cooking themselves, dear. Life is not living itself, without you. Get up get going everything calls. Everything calls for you in colour and sound and brilliant movement and you shall see it -

You lift your palms shaking bring them together no idea why you see

Life

unfolding calling and you are not
doing it alone
You lift your palms hold them
to your forehead

Life

Calling

Life

Braided hair around
her elegant head
she knows her feet well knows
her steps but does not care
so much cares more about
her music
her whole body
in unconditional agreement
amplifying
her Song

You're
allowed to breathe
with everything you are
You're allowed
to breathe and
take
Space
wrap yourself around
those obstacles
like water
til they
melt

Nobody said this would
be an easy ride
nobody said so  
and yet
you're here
touch the water
dear, and let yourself
immerse

The untanned soles of your
naked feet the most
vulnerable part yet facing
my palm now
I'll slowly embrace
the crocodile woman

All sounds
Speak
To your body you
Keep
None

Open the
Doors don't keep
It sealed in one
Compartment
Let the
Flood
Renew
Your house

You whisper your lines out
like an airborne feather,
light in the air
an inherent sense of where to go
not interfered with
by heavy objects

a voice makes the desert trees shake
and sand curl around your navel
in an airy breeze
caressing the relief outline of the Wakhan mountains
on your skin
the hot core within tranquil
this is
a night of peace
the stars' sincere presence
as soothing as ever

Soft blue folds itself
around you
you don't need to
control it
whispers in your ear and the wave this
sound lays out for you
has your feet
trust
the path you walk on

Are you a Night Sky
protecting me from
bright
perturbing lights
intruding
my system
too early

{...}
Fire almost burned away
sizzling
every stench by now every quivering unauthentic vow of love
every trick played on you
for the sake of
surviving

But you'll come out soon
and you'll reek
of smoke and you will choke a bit
on your own courage
But Baby, it'll nourish this
entire world

Nobody fake it you
will make it through the flames

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

Three bright figures stretch
across the night sky -
a pinpoint delivery
attracting
my restless eye
before I dare go to sleep

On a dark blue ocean wave rides
a red-white striped
lighthouse
beams
simultaneously
inward and out -
You cannot miss it

Night exhales
Her cold breath in your face
Telling you stories of fear

A nightingale shouts
Her little heart out
For your soul to hear
Where to reach

A rush through the air
Your head tilted back
By a violent grab of your hair

A little bird's flutter
Two lips that stutter
A motionless prayer

A story of Night
That likes to play make-believe

A young pounding heart
That learns within brief
It was played from the start

This tale
Just a dream
Of tonight

In the middle of the middle
of no space
a pair of yellow, childlike eyes,
innocent and with
just a trace of oblivion,
opens

A girl in the streets, *****, untidy hair a scary look on the face plays
a violin facing
all the while
the man who hates it

One by one he
cuts
her strings but she
keeps playing without a single
alteration on her face

Not even after the
very
last
string has - with a final thud - been cut in half
does she stir

And only when -

It's only then that he does realise
grows pale and with wide eyes feels something sting:
the sound never came from the instrument.

He exhales
gives in
surrenders to the
vibrant sound surrounding
his every cell and hair and thought
bathes
in what ought to be
for so long

On her penultimate breath she
pulls out the shiny
new old card in her deck which reads
I am sovereign
holding it up to show
to trigger
another kind of
mass-effect

You're ready, you say, oddly proud
take
my face in your hands before you draw
ceremonially
two lines with *******, two lines of white on each of my cheeks, nodding earnestly
smiling ever so warmly as if saying
I'll be only a few steps behind, if not closer for now
all the time
my eyes ask of you
all the time yes all the time your presence
answers, reassures
and I detach
not detach
and take a step forward into the snow
the cold where I can see my breath forming clouds
and it is not cold at all
it is not cold

Standing proudly now in his
purple silk-dress, tall
and lifting
the sky on his back
come on,
he says
I think I am allowed
what an untypical sight he makes;
that proud face lacking
all signs of arrogance