Is this just me or do you too feel like
no-one will play with you cause they are
infused with fear that
paralyses and do you
too have trouble to
differentiate whether it is
your personal mind giving you
this or whether this time
really
it is not you but
truly
everyone else

do you too have the urge to
pull everyone out of their
pale stupor and show them the
sunlight still there
do you too
have the urge to stand in the streets and shout look
at me my eyes are
not contagious

do you too have the feeling
something outrageous is happening here that
we have long
anticipated and
go through
now
in the most
disturbing way

or is it
really
just me

I climbed down the
Stairs into
The cellar last night finding
Half of myself on the floor
At the bottom
Listening while
This half could
For the first time
Explain to me what
He did down here
All the time and I could
For the first time comfort
This part that is so
So dear to me
Like I needed to
I think we both
Climbed up the stairs
By now
Together

🐞

Stubborn
To cover your shyness
You stick
Your neck out of the waves
Spreading
After a courageous inhale
Your sticky wings
And push yourself
Off the ground
Soaring
Lips parting
When finally
You allow yourself the smile
That was building up
All this time:
You know how to fly now

Last night I saw
The earth's blueprint
On the moon's pale face
Looking back at me

Did your
Soul and Person,
too
collide and did it
propel you in
the utmost struggle
as well
Did you
like me
see yourself out of
facets of
disrupted glasses
did you
trust
everyone more than
your
inner
self
Did you,
too
grow and grow and
grow without
your outer knowing
for such a long time
Did you
throw tantrums whenever
facing
a new
thick
layer between
the two
Did you
like me
understand
only now
how
marvellously great and
powerful
you have become
through this

Sending a chain of
charged words
to get you out of your stupor
they aim
directly
at spots underneath your skin
vibrating all out
and up
that stuck to you
and made you slow in pace
and stagnant -

A shot of that
which makes
the water float

Everything til here was like a story. A story that unfolded, backwards, until now
until now
until
Now
You grabbed
The pen and started
To write it
Truly
Write it
Yourself



You look up from the screen
You know
This is it

This

Is it

Think of it as if
you already
had it
cause you do

Such a weird mood
half inwardly
laughing half
clenching teeth for
what's
to come
ah girl
hummm the song til
it all gets
clearer ~
you little strong
bird in the storm  looking for
the word beneath

If you were granted
just one single
colour
to see and keep and wear
for all your life-
which one would it be, asks the cat
rainbow, says the girl
and clap!
their hands touch in the
crystal air
for a high five
before they strive toward
the sleeping Cities

Sure you become
a sceptic if
only by revealing
your religion
people burn you
sure you become
a food keeper
sharing nothing
if all you had for decades
was just enough to save
your family
surely you skip
a beat when you hear
a car hurling
when something in you
remembers the sound
that a bomb shell makes
exploding
sure you adopted
all sorts of safe-guard mechanisms
and deeply and deeply
implanted
them in you and what followed

And I only
am here
alive
because of you
because of that

and am responsible
to see you
appreciate
and free you
my dear friend

This tugging on
your sleeve when
a strong feeling
arises -
now you might want
to release it

❦

You hear this, listen.
I sit, naked, covering up a bit. I sit in a field, and no one sits with me yet. I stand, sit or both in turn. My skin feels so open that every thing comes like a blow.

I felt like this so often during the past few months, maybe even years. I felt like this, and did not feel like this.

I was naked in the field and unshielded because I could. I was naked because I knew I could be, and that you were there with me, always. I knew it and did not know it.

The eyes closed, the eyes open, half open. And the knowing, always there, but sometimes just like a distant scent, afar, in the background, to be grasped only with utmost gentleness.

This knowing grew, and so did my heart. Until now, it seems to let everything touch it, again, and feel for everything.

I am naked in the field, and I see everyone else, naked, being there with me.

Eyes open or not.

The thing sitting
on my chest
immobile
staring, wide-eyed
not saying
a word
why
not a single
word

The giant stands up
with a shake of the hand
makes you unterstand
he could crush
every bit of your land
to his feet-
takes a big step
leaves every house whole
and walks off

Two flowers
one fuelled by
pain the other
by love
grow side by side
one day
a painful moan escapes
the crying blossom
and the other
reaches over
to spend comfort
propelling them
both
a great deal
upward
united
for a bit
of this path
before they part again
beginning
to sense
their roots being
intertwined
deep deep down
in the soil
sending little signals
tears on the petals
a code to remembering

She opens her eyes wide measures out
each and every form and shape and colour
one
last
time
and then
sets fire
to the wreckage
before she
decisively turns and faces
the future

Can you deal with it now
the child grins
come
take my hand
you cute adult
let
us
flow
I see us
stepping back
in

In the midst of
a minefield no
headphones nothing
and this time
so be it
This time I'm
not doing
the mine dance