This project is about writing one sentence or verse a day, no matter if it reveals gratitude, joy, worry, sorrow or another type of emotion, or idea, vision or mission that has been felt that day. 2018, you are welcome.
There is nothing more refreshing
than the bright and sunny morning
of a brand-new year.
I sit, You sit, We sit
In the bus to Hamburg,
Impressionen. Ein wilder Augenblick.
Momente. Wer sind wir denn?
Walking on the edge of –
and crossing – our own boundaries
is what makes life so scary.
When two brains sync, it’s a beautiful dance;
When two hearts sync, it’s pure vibrations of love
dissolving everything but this moment.
Ich kenne dich,
und doch bist du mir fremd.
Today I am happy,
Tomorrow I am sad.
Either way what drives me
lives deep inside,
it’s alive if I nourish it
and will wither when I neglect it.
Happy or sad, it doesn’t matter
as I am here to witness
this beautiful winter day.
Ladies and Gentlemen! Today a tribute to Bill Hicks: “It’s just a ride”.
So I thought to myself, if there is any kind of truth
out there, it must be hidden within the colors
of these deep red sunrises.
With you I fly.
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.
Who can really tell
the difference between
fear and genius –
a construction of system,
mind and darkness.
Aren’t we all a bit genius?
Aren’t we all a bit afraid?
Victims of our time,
victims to coincidence.
A game of chance
where the most persistent one
A quiet day balances any drama.
Life happens when you’ve got nothing to loose.
Crossroads. They may wear you down.
But when your mind and heart are solid,
When your experience gives you shelter,
When you are awake and aware,
Well then you will know exactly which road to take.
just for a minute
someone else became me,
and me became someone else.
Oh boy did that feel great.
Just because we know how to think
Doesn’t mean that we know how to feel.
But it is those feelings
That are the best guide to what’s ahead.
From all of this.
Instead, I notice
The pieces of light,
The pieces of snow
Falling from the sky
Providing me with comfort.
At your doorstep
I sat in the cold
together with life’s purpose
And love and sorrow
And as the season ends
All that’s left is a memory
Of what used to be.
It might be because I am getting older,
It might be that life‘s experiences have accumulated,
Or that my inner awareness has shifted;
Either way, I am calmer now and can enjoy life as it is,
Not how I wish it was, or how I wish I was.
When you open yourself up to love,
When you stop to resist the kindness and goodwill that comes your way,
Love will greet you at every corner.
A tree without roots will wither.
As the snow was falling peacefully
The wind decided to interfere.
It whirled up every flake of snow
But didn’t know
That they couldn’t care less,
As they let themselves be borne
Amidst infinity there lies peace.
I looked at her gently,
And what I saw was a little girl
Full of joy, maybe a bit shy and careful,
But all the more filled with love and a touch
of carefreeness. I can still see her in my memory.
When I stood at the edge of the abyss,
Of this huge, dark and all-consuming crater,
I desperately tried to shine light into it to see what was inside,
But my pocket torch wasn’t powerful enough. I may have to ask the sun for help.
Work. Break. Work. Break.
I knew how to play,
Late night tango. A choice.
I was hurrying,
But where to?
Done it before,
Seen it before,
Heard it before;
And yet it’s not
The same, still
Take care my friend,
Take care of yourself.
The mirror insisted.
This freedom, it shook up my
heart and left me with this
desire for life, and what it
meant to actually live it.
Frank and honest
Doesn’t have to rule out
Kind, caring and sensitive,
But wouldn’t it instead mean
Being brave, strong and authentic?
The moon, so bright.
Like a cat at night
I stare at you
While feeling so blue.
Bright lights –
I am standing still.
I look, and there you sit right next to me.
Your feet dangle, your cheeks are blushed
from the cold. Can you hear the ocean?
From my memory,
your gentle souls
will never fade.
Avoidance of something,
Something without a name,
Landscapes and miles flew by,
A rush that makes you rethink life,
Each time. Oh travels I love you.
Warm air, warm sticky humid night air,
It’s great to be back. It truly is.
Up and down, eyes following,
Shy eyes, curious looks. Wide smiles.
The sun burns. But heat outside also
meant warmths from inside.
It is starting. This warm wave of indifference.
We all travel our distances,
But never do we actually travel the same.
Sleep, sleep, sleep. Sheep.
Restless. No time to weep.
Did you steal yourself away
Without even caring this time?
The wind created a soundscape
That reminded me of these days,
Days that seemed so special now.
This hike, one of the most beautiful ones I would ever dare to take.
I sat down in this shady, dark and smokey bar,
And knew, and felt it so cleary, that still I was
Are you louder, or the others?
“What’s the point?”
is the only real question.
Alive. Today I felt alive.
We talk, talk, talk.
The great escape?
How can you function,
When all there is
One last time.
I breathe you in.
I feel you on my skin.
A one-day dream it is.
And I want to wake up.
home to me.
Allow you to live in the now.
May chain you to tomorrow.
Like an alien I woke up in a world I barely knew.
How did I get here?
Things have changed,
The days come and go;
But motivation is hiding in
the darkest corners of the room.
A shift of mind,
One would hope.
Procrastination can be drowned,
With the early morning of a brand new week.
Orange peels I can see
In that glass right in front of me,
So orange, soft and juicy
Does it remind me of what it used to be.
Where do you stop,
In the bookstore?
In your arms,
Peace rests with me.
Seeing you smile,
The sun reflected our smiles;
while you were there, right within us,
joining the fun.
Who is faster? The mind or the heart?
I laid down
and felt the anger.
was there to do.
Such a warm and soft bubble
Life in Finland feels like, sometimes.
Even if technology extends our reach,
So are we still human and will want to
Make use of our imagination and what
We feel, when that happens.
Deep and long moments
With the absence of control,
Even glimpses of danger;
And yet the sun shone and
Warmed our skin.