August 4, 2016

I love the beauty in the ugliness.

The raw to modern structures,

giving way to creativity's prosperity 

Room to discover possibility

of the way one wants and ought to be.

Freedom found in the merging oceans of creeds and colors.

Allowing people with people, to see the person and not just the skin, 

the cores and not the shells of each other.

In the rough,

stems the strength with which the souls and spirits are woven to be.

In seams of freedom,

which we seek equally.

August 4, 2016

Stop creating your own suffering.

Refrain from stepping back into pools,

wrapping and tearing the heart into ink black opaque waters, like quicksand without strands to hold onto .

Step away from those who will not sway in pushing you away,

Teasing your heart with the love they won't allow you to be part .

Walk out of the waters you allow, to drown your senses in, even while they deepen and awake them.

Walk into the crystal clear pools and springs, waiting to nurture and develop, your gift, in what is meant to exist.

Allow the pain but don't let it play you but you play the game.

Walk tall and yet sway soft in the breeze.

Listen to the call of nature, the earth, the whistling in the breeze, the birds carried in the murmuring of the trees.

Find peace in the surrender, in what is and is not meant to be.

Don't try to keep on creating and feeding a reality, not allowing you to succeed.


Feel as deep as you can, but see the beginnings and don't nurture infinite ends.

Let the pain end, in order to com...

August 3, 2016

The first thought

Still new undiscovered land 

Like Christopher Columbus

just from the sky unfolding infront of my eyes

My heart pulsating in the excitement of seeing the colours appear in this countries mist

Like the reverting beat in a birds chest

The whole body surging in its energy to exist 

Seeing the landscape unfold infront of me the knowledge dawns on me 

That yes with all its torments and hopes 

This is the land where I am meant to  be 

Where joy fills life's veins and makes me see my undefined path with certainty again

A land as old as conscience knows

And yet as new in the merge of opportunities of culture it holds 

The sun 

Like an answer to a craved caress

Warming me in its embrace

Welcoming me home

July 29, 2016

Just imagine a day when only stories will tell of the creatures which ones existed on this earth and gave way to ours. 

Can you help protect the life all animals ancestors, us not included, should have a right to experience, learn from and see. 

Will you sincerely continue to choose wealth and dominion over nature as an excuse to exploit the very environment which gives purpose to ours?

I pleed to the innate truth able to rest, prosper and connect us all, if the conditioned mind does not choose to ignore, but instead to stand for the framework which of ecology which carries and is needed to be nourished to carry and heal, replenish our footprint. 

Please let reason and not greed speak. 

Hard in the beginning but worthwhile for the long term peace and equilibrium it will seed.

July 12, 2016

I have been fortunate to grow up with conscience about and practicing meditation. 

Throughout my short life, yet rich in experience I have learned and am still working on using presence itself as the meditation, always the breath the entry point.

Of course certain activities such as art, music, and yoga, especially being in nature, facilitate more ease to sink into and atune to being.

But yes even when I am roaming in and accomplishing the demands of life I use breath to be in greater equilibrium and compassion to the experiencing of life.

If we would all implement meditating into our lives our abilities and capabilities would create such potential in living more peaceful with the nature and people around us.


#SimplicityOfAction which can transform the world one person at a time

July 8, 2016

Pain and sorrow, nausea robbing me of all the words needing to be spoken...

I do believe that 

With every action of how one lives 

We can change how the world exists.

But we need to eradicate the conditioning implemented systematically in cultures brainwashing for such cruelty to exist. Mentalities continuing to seed rather then heal the rift, purposely kept alive and created through history. 

Authoritarian systems polluting culture, the way of being people with people, all equal, although not allowed to be, century after century. 

Hierarchies of society, fear shaped realities kept in place by fake facts, power and politics, by economy.

As people, as friends, neighbours,  sisters, brothers, mothers and fathers. 

We can change the spiel. 

Every one of us in their own lives, own way, take action, don't just speak, live accordingly, and don't seed new racism in the name of equality. 

Don't turn against those souls standing next to you, fighting for the same truth. 

That won't help create the li...

July 1, 2016

Heartache after heartache

Washing over me

The recurring ones 

deepening the ones new to me

While my heart longs to be free

Of living with regret or pain in me

It is those lessons which seed the depth to see

But yet every day a struggle to let go of what is and isn't meant to be 

To just breathe 

and live in peace 

Allowing being in ease

In equilibrium with the waves caressing me 

Not there to torment me

Loves formed

Teasing me 

with the time I spend waiting for the

While the gift given tossed away 

Even when seen

why held at bay?

Man and woman scared everyday

Conditioned even more to run 

rather then towards, away

People like bedsheets 

Exchanged in a twisted game 

One more used then the other

Replaced by ones safe and not a threat to bother

the Rythm one is stagnated and shielded in 

The fortress build to protect the soul rather then a vessel to hold.

To form a stream, a lake, an ocean, the sky and the Earth, open to receive

what could make life worthwhile to conceive 

But instead the bedsheets given in life's dow...

June 21, 2016

If a man tells you...

To wait for him 

And you find yourself waiting year in and out

While you run into him with other woman and yet him giving you the blame 

Calming you that he still wants you while he's dating again

Maybe it is time to doubt

Or maybe it is time to leave and not feel like the fool he is 

If a man contacts you ...

To be his friend 

But you find out that he has a wife or female friend 

Better to not even endeavour into the pleasure of a good conversation 

Since after you receive the blame and damnation for giving fruit to temptation 

You are the one shunned trying to find footing again 

If a man tells you 

To keep in touch

After his touch has caressed and plunged into every craves and cave of your body 

Don't feel surprised of the ridicule 

If you find out that in truth ever after having you

He wants nothing to do with you 

And every gesture, giving, thought, will be too much 

And brand you as the unwanted from the wanted 

Since you behaved as such

No don't be surprised 

That what a man 


June 14, 2016

I will never understand 

That if you see me as a friend

Why you alienated me

Why you blamed me for betraying you while you where seemingly endlessly wandering

Why you told me to wait for you

When in the end you showed you wanted nothing to do with me

Excluded me

From your life

Your friends

Your family

even from art and music we could have created 

Shut yourself to having fun 

From the promise of what had begun. 

Simply from everything for which you cared

I will never understand how you could pretend to be such a victim of me 

When you where living the hipocracy

Toying with me

Seeding hope

While refusing and ridiculing me

Yes you made me leave my happy home

Cause I could not live in a city

Where such actions seem to persist more then living truthfully 

Nauseous from having to be cautious

Weary of being feared and steered into the abyss of disconnection

Because of a lack of introspection What over long term can be seeded by such action ?

I will never understand how one can love and yet offend 

Treat one as if the...

June 14, 2016

Lifelong friends

Which never share

Never dare

Too caught up in the resistance 

Persistent in the fear 

Of (sedated or) closed tormented hearts 

Trying to be smart 

rather then let love rule the heart 

The mind outweighing of what the senses would feel like saying 

allowed to control 

What to show

What to give

make known 


that when magic happens it gets quickly again dissipated

Till the detection of the once shared wavelength becomes unreal

Hard to feel

Tormented hearts

Even those peaceful at heart

Choosing or allowing the direction 

Every gesture and breath showing the choice of 

Where one places ones affection 

Every one their right to be

But yet it is sad to see

How seeds of love are killed in mediocracy

Just trying to be in this world 

Where it seems a rarity for a soul to be really free

To speak 

Give and seek the actions which tell

If one really means well

Too caught up in the cycle 

Numbed rather then able to encipher 

The fortune lying at ones feet

Instead stepping over or on

Still on the seek


June 8, 2016

You open mine, with the love in your eyes

You are right 

Oh spoken with so much wisdom and truth

Yes always recurring and yet different, new, at the beginning strange to become even more familiar currents

I am trying to surrender and to allow myself the breathing room. 

To allow the silence and peace to settle in my soul and feel whole wherever I go.

I do but sometimes what I want for this world, what I want to be giving and where I am in my giving rattles my soul. 

I will work on the treasures my spirit keeps


Until it is ready to eat

So the seed, may plant the tree 

My whole spirit wants to be

And nurture for future opportunities 

The timing for whatever is yet to come

And patience has been a hard one for me all along, but this I need to continue to learn, but using the space to grow the gifts I want to let known

There is such an urge in me

And yet as if I haven't learned the whole or even the language I need to speak

Then, who knows when, I have to let this moments to reconsider be my friend, t...

May 28, 2016

 Today I am coming back to Bavaria for the first time after eight years

Not as a visitor 

But will return to America as a visitor

The earth of Europe for a time will be the one from which I will nourish

The continents of the seven seas 

Will reveal the adventures life holds for me

Like a raindrop I ll circulate 

Memorise the wisdom of the earth

To seed and breed 

Nurture the reality 

I with you 

Want for our generations to be

The path will tread itself with me

Each bend and stretch

Holding the treasures of opportunity 



Breathing on and out of me

Giving love the trace it weaves between you and me

Carried by natures truth and reality.

I am ready to be

To believe 

To give peace 

To caress through the senses with presence

This gift 

The gift of 


May 12, 2016

Just a few origins of scent in my garden. 

Tantalising the swaying breeze,

Rustling in the leaves of two trees

And bamboo.

The calls of birds 

Hawks to hummingbirds,

Rhythms of fanning wings melodic to the heartbeat of the graspable springs quiete gurgling nurture. 

The shadows of the night still breathing a cooling kiss for the coming heat of the day.

The smells crisp, some still dormant before the waking by the sun.

In ancient patterns of nature, melodies woven in the dance of birth and decay.

growing crescendos of senses 

May 12, 2016

Origins of scent,

in my garden. 

Tantalizing the swaying breeze,

rustling in the leaves of walnut, willow, palm, plum, magnolia and bamboo trees.

The calls of birds,

hawks to hummingbirds.

Rhythms of fanning wings, melodic to the heartbeat of the graspable spring's quiete gurgling nurture. 

The shadows of the night still breathing a cooling kiss before the coming heat of the day.

The smells crisp,

some dormant waking up from the sun.

Sung alive in ancient patterns, 

nature's melodies, woven in the dance of birth and decay.

Layers intermingling, versatile varying volumes of cells threading crescendos for the senses.

Ebbs and flows tracing the tread. 

Murmurs, choruses of calls, 

elements speaking, to the fruits from the seeds we are reaping.

The echo of the flora and fauna, 

the cradle to the footstep seen in the micro to the macro, 

of the transcendent surrounding,

a reflection. 

At peace, 

prospering in hope and in spite of philosophical wars polluting the worth of our world.

Just listening and responding 


May 7, 2016

Today another day starts 

Another hour

Another moment

To be embraced

To be understood

To not be mistaken for the projection of oneself one is escaping 

Right now

Is the beginning 

Of the unnamed infinite inning

The state of bliss

Is when you seize to resist 

When you give chance a kiss rather then to dismiss

To open ones soul

To surrender with the whole

With the senses with which one is capable of seeing

Seeding the reapings of the future we want to hold 

Protecting the nature which provides what we know 

Saving Us from becoming the dust of our own creation

Turning the fate of our own damnation

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