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Drawn forward

In the land of the silvery night sky there lives a boyish man who is alive in the mountains and the wind. He has a name. His heart is warm and gentle and his eyes are deep. His laughter is pure and delicious are his thoughts. The beautiful world is rhythm to him.

On a soft summer’s night he dances with the light sounds of the rain towards the sky. He can hear the world rushing around him like a deep wave that is drawn out through time. And by his side rests his dear soul-mate who, like him, hears the hum of the world in its earthen pulse. They might be silent right now, with eyes closed, resting in stillness side by side, but their souls listen and their hearts sing to each other. In the silence time is swept away, just as is day and night. He hears the world calling to him – raw and wild, and tender and sweet. Drawn forward he sits up and looks at her at his side. Just stillness around them in this eternal moment. He listens to her wide listening soul and breathes the silvery softness that surrounds her. And now his overflowing tenderness washes him away into her pulse of life. His heart flies up into the clouds, into the silvery night. And he floats there for eons. Silver forms weaving on around him, very slowly at first. They weave him into their movement, slowly picking up speed. He becomes form and light. Through his body and around. And he flows into the dance.

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Hear the dance

I will tell the story of this beautiful life. I remember.

Woman, do you remember when Life is beautiful?
Do you hear the music?
No you dont, we know. But you do. It is been long since you have been alive. Life is just around the corner.

Life is great and good and with you.
Laugh.
You always knew about the dance. You remember the flight? Life is glorious. Can you catch the moment when it twists. The moment you live.
Do you hear the laughter, sweet child, beloved woman?
Do you feel the movement? Do you feel life? You can, cant you?
Oh yes it hurts but it is just as joyful, just the same.
You do live. Angel, you do live.

People? One missed note.

Always hear the tune. You will be. You are.
Hear the Water and the Fire – can you remember the joy? Can you remember the joy that is? Can you remember where you are going? Oh these sweet memories of pain to come, of joy to come.
Waves follow you through the world when you soar.
There is no end.
Dance that sweet dance of yours.
Never ever despair, we know your joy.
Cant you hear your dance? You can. Jump and twist around. You know that this is the flow. It is twirling. The joy is with you.
You will find. Just remember. Always remember yourself. No way you cannot become. You are becoming.
In the seasons of life. Dont despair. Summer holds you.
The treasure are you.
And you lie down at the ocean. Breathing life.

While you were coming home. We loved you.
Can you hear the dance? You want to dance your whole life through? You do angel, you will. Never despair, we know your rejoice.
You will dance.
Your dance is close by.
Trust me.
It is.
You can hear the tune. Dont despair – it is there. Dont despair.
Life lives. Rivers flow. To Rivers. Rivers flow. To the ocean. Deep, heavy ocean.

It is joy and we will ride.
After you came here. We never were alone.
We were two together.
And then you flew away, and we became one.
You were laughing in silver tones.
Always remember the laughter that is to come. Nowhere is there an end to this.
Always. Always.
Oh sweet life, desire.
And there flows the tune again. And you spin. There is no end to this.
You. Soar. High.

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The reconciliation in the beauty of the little things

Today again once more, I have experienced how little moments of kindness, authenticity, generosity can reconcile me with human nature. For all the deep disappointment and pain I sometimes suffer, because I so much long for people to be kind, compassionate, generous, authentic, lively towards me and others and themselves (!) – something very little can make up for it. And sometimes I am really so fed up with humanity. So sad, that people are so dominated by their fears. But then a glimpse of beauty is all it needs of for reconciliation. I love the human heart so much. So much!

So glad for being born!

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Alive through the pain

I have read a post in Miki Kashtan’s Blog today and there was a paragraph where she wrote about pain in the context of griefing. She writes:

„In opening to the pain I am opening to acceptance. It’s as if the resistance to the pain comes from the unconscious idea that by not accepting it I can have more hope of changing it. Not so. In the acceptance I find peace, alignment, and the recognition that my choice is internal.“

Reading this I felt a stab of pain in my own chest. What agony have I suffered from trying to avoid pain! One of the reasons I am avoiding pain – if I am avoiding it – is the reason Miki is giving: I fear that if I accept the fact that something is hurting so very much at the moment, I feel I might give up on my determination and efforts to get what I need in the future.

But then there is some other blockade that somehow feels much more painful to relate here. It is painful to even think about it. The blockade is the believe that somehow feeling intense pain is un-normal, sick or crazy even. People think that someone who expresses their intense pain should be frowned upon.

Wow – even writing it down like this I want to scream in anger and desperation. „How can you think like this?“ it screams inside of me – „Dont you know the suffering you are causing? Are you too dumb or naive to understand that only through experiencing and accepting one’s own emotions there is a chance of healing? What kind of human being are you that you dont even know this very truth? How can there ever be anything truely positive in your life if you dont know this and live according to this? Wake up! Wake up for your own sake. Wake up for my sake.

What is it that people mean when they say: „Dont keep the hurt alive“? I believe the real meaning of that sentence is: >Dont avoid the hurt in its full extent, in its whole intensity, so that you will be able to let go, heal, be open and to take care of yourself.< And I think when people say: „Don’t keep the hurt alive“ that most of them would not agree on my translation of that sentence.

I think that to most people moving into the pain with open eyes and heart, seems destructive and dangerous. Probably – I am speculating – many people fear that opening to pain could evoke emotions, thoughts and ultimately actions that can cause a lot of harm and in the worst case death even. This fear I can personally relate to.

But I think there is also some other fear behind the believe of people that one should not open up (too much) to pain. Unfortunately to this I can relate much less. It is difficult for me to imagine, but I will try to describe what I understand: Sometimes seeing someone else opening up to pain, opens up ourself to our own pain from experiences of the past. So far I understand.

And I also understand that it takes a lot of courage and energy to deal with the own pain. One faces loneliness at times, helplessness and desperation at others, sometimes the pain is overwhelming, sometimes all this comes together and one involves oneself in actions that distract oneself from pain and thereby perpetuate and increase the pain. I know all this and I have experienced all this. And I understand all this. I understand the fear.

But what I dont understand, what puzzles, frustrates and annoys me at once is, why people dont believe that all the hardship of facing ones own pain is worth it?
How could people chose not to change, not to heal? Because that is what they chose if they dont open up to their pain. They chose stagnation, loneliness, emptiness, shallowness, and worst of all not to be alive.

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Lust for Life

What a goddamn pleasure to be alive,
to walk this earth for this short time of my life,
to be – to BE in all my sweet imperfection.

Life in its humble glory and my unsatiable lust for it.
I love this life and I love you who are sharing it with me,
breathing while I am breathing,
living while I am living.

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