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Candle Light

Every night I light a candle.

Starring at the dancing flame, thinking of you.

You are all gone already.

Too young, too early, too bad.

Always.

Would you have told me to move on?

A soothing thought, but is it true?

I don’t know.

Why are we born at first place

When we have to die in the end?

Or are we born to die

To keep the game running?

As well as the dream?

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Drunken by love

Got drunk

To reveal my true self to myself.

And there you were again

When I tried so hard forgetting you.

My real world faded away

And as it is ever so often

I double picture you now.

So, what did I get

From this trying to ease the pain?

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Missing the Mark

Never have you been

At any place or at any time else.

Here and now are the reality we are actually live in.

Whether we are aware of it or not.

With regrets about the past

And daydreams about the future

You miss the mark.

Even when sitting in the bullseye

You fail yourself every time

When you are not here and now.

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Dementia

I was celebrating

Losing myself.

Thats what we should do

Give up ourselves, right?

But when it actually happened

I couldn’t even remember

Why I wanted it at first place.

Now my memories are gone.

Why this piece here?

Why me, why you, why whatever?

The dance we wanted to dance

With one another in eternity

Has stopped long time ago.

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Fly To The Rainbow

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Wine

Wine doesn’t age. It matures.

Are we the workers in the vineyard

Of whomever?

We are the must in the grape.

Becoming what we are designed to be

By making love with the sunshine.

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The Whisper

Following the path down

Along our unique storylines.

Who might have written them down?

Or isn’t there any path to follow at all?

If it all is designed by chances

Don’t miss to take your: chances.

Don’t look back with regret

But neither with self satisfaction.

It has never been up to you.

Don’t look forward with expectations:

No one is listening.

What it is about

Is catching the whisper of the moment.

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Nowhere Girl

I wrote a poem

Trusting the wind to bring it to you.

The wind is doing what it wants

But will get to every place finally.

But you were nowhere to be found anymore.

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Night musings

As they come other of my core:

I received more than I could return.

The fact of the matter is − it is always this way, cant be differently. Most of the time we are takers rather than givers. Thats my observation. It is by design: we need to be supported by so many things to survive, that it is impossible to repay during the day. We don’t even realize the simple truth about reality: we are a part of it which is hold upright by a perfectly crafted net of support which compounds of uncountable pieces and parts. Every part gets more support from the whole than it can repay. But as little as our contribution might be, it counts as essential for the functioning of the whole.

Holistic only exists due to the existence of all the shattered crystals through which the lasers pierces to create wholeness out of the broken parts over and over again.