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Her Porcelain Spirit – Sister of Silk

Thanks for breathing together Thanks for be slow Thanks for caring Thanks for eye contact Thanks for healing Thanks for tutch Thanks for sielence Thanks for showing your inner soul Thanks for bathtab Thanks for sharing Thanks for your stoires Thanks for the sound Thanks for let me tutch you Thanks for open your heart Thanks for trust Thanks for showing emotions Thanks for food Thanks for your time Thanks…

Cairns, Balances and Micro mountains

Humans have always moved stones around. We throw them in the water. Hold them in our hands. Carry them with us. Arranges them to fences, fireplaces, cairns or other shapes, sculptures, landscapes and landart. Think about a stone you have met in your life. It can be any stone. One that you threw in the water /or/ one you kept in your pocket for a while. One you bought in…

Her Porcelain Spirit – Sister of Silk

To melt in to the silence and sensual space together…….. Let our bodies communicate through the clay and nature…… The Clay will guide the body and we will feel the healing energy from the earth….. The nature will support our process and we will create a feeling of deep connections….. The church is important and life and death is present in those days…… Slow we will move our hands and…

to find mermaid in the woods

                                              I am walking hip to hip with my queen. ‘Look’ – I say – ‘the mermaid is in a crown of a tree’                  

THE MOONCHiLD

I have never excisted, yet I have a body I am not here, yet you feel me, heavily. Like a scent that stays in the nostrils. I am a fluid, transcending in every step. I walk backwards, always one step ahead. I transform, I am what you want me to be Once I was a child, in many ways I still am. In many ways I have never been a…

The Leviathan

Everything ever thrown away, every feeling suppressed, every memory forgotten, it all ends up at the bottom of the ocean. Beneath the waves and the current, at the cold dark bottom The Leviathan wanders aimlessly collecting the memories, traumas, and feelings from the world above as little grains of sand. Every bottle of sand holds thousands of different memories from thousands of different people. Created at the time of the…

The Guardian

Endless steps like ticking seconds of a clock infinite hours Steps and staircases in a spiderweb’s tangled maze Paths for getting lost and being found The deep breath of a corridor blows out the light of one candle, another ignites another time, another place Infinite stories flow through my stairs, my shelves The blood in my veins Pieces and memories of life and love as old as time itself Protected…

The Phoenix

I am The Phoenix. My wings are of fire and my tears are of hope. I move through countless cycles of death and rebirth during my time on earth. My first death reduced me to coal and ashes, but after some time, I was embraced by a motherly wing and was cried back to life. Her tears had healing powers which cleansed my perished coals and ignited a new fire….

The Green

In the dark and cold depths of the ground I was born as a single seed. The darkness was my world, the cold was my everything. It was my home. But slowly I started to grow. At first I only grew in the dark, but then one day. Warmth. I had met the shell of the earth, and an unfamiliar feeling had penetrated my dark home. Even though everything in…

Abyss / New Born

Now fading Touch turning into fingers melting into skin Burning through flesh Marking our bodies … like ash traces like sod from The Spreading Fire Transitioning Going, going, gone I have only just begun Oh how sorrowful and exciting this parting Sounds of tears and snorts coming from my right As we sigh our goodbyes visually impaired Am I mist clouding my insides blurring vision blocking out .. preventing me…