Each day creates my Universe On my battlefield of thoughts. It be a blessing or a curse: All effect is born from cause. Day shall follow after Night Until I am Eternal Light. Past will vanish into Space Before I am infernal Grace. What chance shows to my fate: All...
Thought’s shape shifting stories May bewitch your morning glories. Listen to them closely though: Beware of what your fear will show. Their torment, even their carress Will haunt you nonetheless. They blind you, make you see Your bonds and set you free. They wash over...
Tiny waves are playing bright, Teasing Autumn’s golden Light, Chasing pebbles ever after With ripples of their crystal laughter. Ducks shoot across in furrows Like boundless flying arrows, Or gently float amidst the stream; Don’t care about their lucid dream. Joyous...
So let‘s talk about feelings. They arise spontaneosusly, without any effort as it seems, and we are so used to them. To like or to reject someone or something, to be the victim or the attacker, to fall in love or to hate. We all know them, they come very easily to us,...
(N)Euer Senf – mittelscharf, wenn’s geht