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Sounds swirls around us

Sounds swirls around us, tongues of silence speaks of love, breathing, heavy, calm, teardrops falling in tin-bowls, silent sobbing, sand sliding through fingers and hands, firewood cracks open, red and green stars, the dust is descending inside these walls, condensed thoughts, lumps in throats, eyelashes clashing, hanging birch-wood-branches, spirits memories dreams symbiotic songs from the grapes on the hedges, fire burning wild – wanting to reach out- wanting to touch,…

Aphorisms on travelling

Dear Weaver Dear Drop Dear Sad Dancer Dear Flame Dear Journey Man   As I am on my way to meet you, these thoughts are running through my mind… The day is bathed with a rose like sheer. Soft but still blinding. It gives me comfort to remember, that I am not my eyes. Soon I will get to know you. I will collect the sound of passing through –…

A song of the sun

The sound of a star, divine furnaces of the universe, twinkling dots of the night sky. Genesis. Hydrogen and Helium fusing in the furnace, building blocks of the universe, creating coal, nitrogen, oxygen, iron… Creating the building blocks of our surroundings, everything we see, smell, touch, taste, sense. You and me, we are born of stars, everything we ever were and ever will be, the sound of creation. – The…

InfinitySunSun

//Flow

The Flame’s biography

Whirling around in a dry forest The Flame ignited branches and bark eager to spread her heat and her whirling energy where ever she settled down. Soon, the fire she had started was burning uncontrollable, and as she looked back she saw burning trees everywhere and the heat was beyond endurance. She dipped in a creek in order to bring the flames under control and then continued her way in…

LifeLifeSun

//Flow

Sad Dancer

Sad Dancer is an ancient soul. In this life she was born in a family without memories. She dances slowly in circles searching for a language, a voice, a belonging. Evoking lost memories and longings. The strange boy with wrinkles in his face. The man who can not die, can they still save us? The gypsie wagon and the girl with the brides, is she dreaming our lost memories? Sad…

The Weaver

Moving in waves above sandbanks and mountain chains, the weaver was first a dream dreamt by the matter of the universe. From the core of the earth she was connected with the world of concrete. Living many lives spinning her own and others dreams and weaving them into patterns she cares for. Where do they begin and where do they end? Entangled in the worlds of dreams and the world…

The drop

A drop dripped into me and I am a drop dripping. Drop, drop dripping life. I’m a drop in and of all the oceans. Clouds. Swamps. Ponds. Lakes. Streams. Rivers. I’m a drop landing on a leaf, rolling down the leaf, falling, flying through the air, landing on the next leaf. Landing, rolling, falling, flying till I land on the forest floor. I collect. I lose myself in something. I…

the (w)Hole Union Us

I feel there’s the (w)Hole universe encapsulated in gifts received from you and through you…                         Sword-Weaver, water Drops, Flame-voice, dancing lady (Sun)Death,  Journey in a little bottle…   Evening after, Sister asked me what the most transformative experience was? Well, dear Sister, it was our Union rituals of shadow&light: one by one, air by air, each poetic self…