Anchoring the moonchild

be an obstacle

be soft

rules are weird                            and      helpful at the same time

my brain is making strategies upon how to remain soft and open

i can’t make it work like that

the brain strategy is not making me soft. the brain strategy results in ideas/ambitions about the ideal way to be soft and open

i can never live up to those ambitions

i choose to focus in practice

where the feet are walking

what the hands are creating

what the body engages in

with the purpose to tell myself, what i create, think, communicate in a given moment is good enough

i’m aware that what i produce and present isn’t perfect compared to my ambition and may never be

but that is okay

in this way i can stay active

in this way i’m communicating with my surroundings in a fluid pace

in a pace that reflects where i am


we connect

we get soft

we get empty of words

when we are most vulnerable we laugh


i’m a transit                 i’m a fishnet             i catch         i hold       i keep an eye           i am staying




through                                                                                                                                                                                                                                time                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  and                                                                                                                                                                                                                               space

continuously on the verge to drift away into another atmosphere

continuously on the verge to sink in the mud








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