Searchers Need Not Search in Solitude

The Searcher came in search

To find messages from a multitude of hearts

White rose I picked up from the pavement 

During my first departure 

Air rose dipped in the red ink

Changing color

Making rhythms in a dark room I painted 

Your face with a clean brush

Why are you here?

Searchers need not search in solitude

The Searcher found a home of belonging

A place where we are always unfolding >>> expanding >>> inventing

Never finished. Ever becoming : ■•° ~> ☆

ARE WE there yet? life is an orientation

in that sense also a search; for bliss, warmth, sensations, resonance.

We are the ones we are searching for.

What do you hope to find? 

Related Blogposts

Hang your wreath on the door, hang your wreath on the door, so that the evil spirits can not enter. Through community-creating rituals, we connect to material, history, body and to each other. Material: Intestines.A container, a cover, a passage. Slippery, waterresistant and seethrough.When dried: light, delicate and crisp. Past:…

Evaluation – Notes Amalie “Tiba taler” “Som efter vild bytur = ser med nye øjne” Katrine “Ballonerne er jer = at I har været her” → “Jeg husker jer som det jeg vil gøre anderledes” Nyansat Var til åbent hus og søgte ansættelse på baggrund af det = var helt…