You are still here.
I breathe you
In and out
It gets better.
You are still here
A steady companion
Asking for insights to be gained
Are you a friendly helper?
Is there a message to this?
Do what feels good
Notice there is no real threat.
Breathe in and out
I don’t love you any less.
If you are lost, my friend, read. Read as much as you can. Open your heart and mind to the thousands of worlds that have been crafted, the millions of pieces of knowledge that are meant to be shared, that want to help and guide you on your way to discovery of who you are —what it is that you want to get out of this precious present life you got?
A dance, two spirits—
push and pull.
don‘t know each other well
enough just yet. Can you hear
the stars flickering in eternal
But these spirits, these souls,
they are as much here as they
are there; they are as much
as they are just so much alike.
A beautiful illusion, this life,
this dance where we’re already
I want to be so much more than this.
I want to make this one life mine, want to
expand into all kinds of directions.
I want to see you in me, want to feel more
you and me, want to forget about what I learned
when I was just so young.
I want to dance, want to laugh and paint and move and spill these glasses of wine that unleash this so deeply wild side in me.
I want to live;
that‘s all I ever really wanted.
Fear. I am not afraid
of anything but you and what
you represent to me.
To fear you means to abandon
me for the sake of others. It
means to clip my wings so they
can be attached to somebody else.
And as much as I enjoy being helpful
and supportive, it does cause me to slowly
die inside if boundaries remain unseen.
Afraid to live, afraid to die—a vicious cycle
that will never end
unless I attach those wings back onto myself.
And as the mist covered what laid ahead beyond that bridge, I thought about my future and felt that the scenery was quite a good representational of how I felt about it.
Swim with the stream, not against it, I remembered them say.
And when I saw this terribly frightening storm come towards me,
I remembered to not hold up against it, but to instead open up to it.
I opened my arms and let the storm in; it whirled me up a bit and I
was scared, for a second, but then it saw that there was nothing to
gain, that I was gladly welcoming everything that hurt, and daringly
facing the dark monster in the clouds.
And so the storm moved on, it passed right through me, it couldn’t
find anything to feed its power. And although it was painful, for a while,
I was able to move on with my day, until the next wave would come, and
that was okay. I hadn’t resisted this time.
Love is what keeps earth’s
balance, what keeps us calm
amidst all the insanity, this complexity.
Real or not, this world, who knows,
but with love, with love we suddenly know,
with love we suddenly just are, we are enough.
Everything just suddenly is enough.
What shall I write
the hand asked the heart
for did it want to express
the troubles of the heart.
But the heart remained silent
as there was no way
to transform what was felt
into lines of ink just yet.
These sudden emotions
rumbled like thunderstorms above stormy waters,
untamable and unpredictable,
scarily dark and deeply sad,
but also so authentically fragile, beautiful and true (at least I thought).
It would take some time
for them to evolve into something the brain,
and maybe world, would be able to grasp.
Until then no words or letters could express
or live up to what was felt
so deep down inside.
This love, it cannot be tamed, it cannot be kept safely within boundaries, it cannot last forever but it sure can be ignited every day anew. It can warm us from the inside on those frosty winter days, it can be the flickering but steady light in the seemingly endless dark. Whenever we are ready, whenever we open ourselves up to the world, to another, it can be there within us.
This love, it will not carry us like the wind carries the clouds, but instead it will be the hot fuel that keeps us going through day and night, through bright and dark, through sickness and health. It will be what takes us on that crazy ride through valleys and tunnels and high up on these mountains and back down, reminding us of what it means to be alive and to love and be loved.
This love, it can be anything we want it to be, it can be all we ever need or nothing at all. This love, it’s ours to shape, and ours to nourish and if we do so well, we can live from it forever.