To give

We ask. We want. We demand. To be of importance. To be
heard. To be recognized. To matter, to someone. So many things
that we want, while we should ask instead: what is it, that we
can give?

About strength

What is strength,
I always wondered.
Never giving up, he said.
Never giving in, she said.

Growing up
we do not have a choice.
We are born the way we are
and yet all too often,
we are punished for just that.

So in fact,
the only choice we have
is to make use of the only thing
that’s truly ours,
our mind,
our soul.

So instead of letting them put on even bigger chains,
let’s start to pretend
that none of these are real.
How do you break them?
With strength and force,
someone would say.

Do you know what strength is?
It is maybe the least physical thing there is.
So use it,
use yours
to unchain yourself
and finally start to fly.

A lifetime

I don’t know! – she shouts.
He looks at her.
She stares back.
A drop of sweat falls to the ground.
The hair on her neck starts to stand up.
Still. They glance at each other.
Nobody moves.
Her finger, she lifts it
and touches his hand.
He shrinks back for a second,
but then he cannot resist.
Seventy years of life have they shared,
and they just cannot stay mad at each other for long.


The way she sat there. The look in her eyes, the gentle smile on her lips. There was something about her. Just by sitting there, by looking me directly in the eyes, I felt that time and logic stopped, that my complete rational being just blended with my surrounding, with our surrounding. Our souls merged – compassion made my heart go wild. No distractions. No denial. Just two human beings feeling each others pain, and healing it just by being there. It was magical. I saw myself in her and it changed everything.

Favorite concert

My favorite concert? It’s the one that mother earth is playing from time to time. What an experience to be outside while all around dark clouds are hurrying by and lightening is painting stunning patterns onto the sky. You can smell the storm, you can feel it on your skin, the rain and the wind, and you can see and hear it. Every time, again and again, it is extraordinary. This power is nothing that humankind should mess with. It’s a beautiful lesson.

Berries in water

And so she stopped searching and craving for love, but instead became love herself.
She became the berry in your glass of water and the mint in your cocktail. She decided to melt the ice herself instead of waiting for someone to melt it for her. And after that break of transformation the sun had continued to shine for her, but this time from within.


[Part 1]
So I sat down with her,
Feeling her terrible pain immediately,
I didn’t have to look into her eyes to know that she had seen the worst,
Not necessarily out there in the world,
But within her own self.
The mind can torture us more than we may be able to imagine.
It’s not a choice, it just happens.
But we can fight it.
We can end our own horror by opening ourselves up,
By sharing our deepest secrets and
Letting others in.
Yes, we will be vulnerable,
But also will we be free.

[Part 2]
I started talking to her after a few minutes of silence.
She had been uncomfortable but it was part of the process.
We had a long way to go and I knew,
I felt it in her presence,
That she was strong and would be able to withstand the winds and storms
That were trying to bring her down.
She knew these storms were made up,
But also had she developed such a strong imagination,
That they had seemed more real than me sitting in front of her,
Alive and breathing,
in flesh and blood.
She knew why she was here.
It had been her decision.
And she was ready to fight
She was ready to kill the demons that prevented her from living.

She rules the world

And then she had made a decision,
just for herself,
not trying to please anyone,
not trying to impress,
just being her true self this time.
It had been easy,
It had felt right.
And for the first time
she felt overwhelmingly great,
greater than ever before,
ready to fly,
to take off,
to finally make her life as unique
as she has always been.
And she would never look back.

5 am

[…] We dance, it’s great, it’s like there is nothing wrong with this world,
no pain within and between us. Just joy,
and love, and kisses. It’s addictive.
We go home, make love, love, love.
We fall asleep, it must be 5 am already, but then again
who cares about the time.