• Carolin Rechberg

it is as if I am suspended in silence the serenity cradling me and it's the torrent carrying me and its currents like the kiss of the first rays of the sun on the drops of dew gathering on the tips and surfaces of Nature's Beauty that moment it is it is it is as if I am suspended in silence Serenity prattling me and it's the tour and Karen me and it's Clarence like the kiss of the first rays of the Sun on the drops of dew gathering on the tips and surfaces of Nature's Beauty it is as if I'm suspended in silence the serenity rattling me image that orange caring me and its currents like to kiss of the first rays of the Sun on the drops of Dew

it is as if I'm suspended in silence

the serenity craddling me amidst a torrent carrying me in its current

like the kiss of the first rays of the Sun

like the drops of dew Gathering on the tips and surfaces of Nature's Beauty

that moment of breath, what timelessness seems to hold before a new day

a new adventure unfolds

the steps which will lead around a different bend

over the crest of a Hill, like wading through the riverbed and reaching the other Shore

swimming across an ocean to see the treaded path recede and the landscape one knows transformed into something new to see

the journey proceeds

so young, knowing that's so much is to come

I cannot even conceive but sense

therefore able to release and surrender what Instincts know is meant to be

while the mind still lingers on the perceived

as if the soul has already wandered on

the gaze set on the Rising Sun

while the back feels what will soon be gone but which one will carry along

the senses informed by memories

feeling what created them

quiet

calm and oneself observing the environment the culture the people which provide them

the heart pulsing against the Cocoon of one's skin

still here

but already wondering without losing presence in the present where one will proceed to create the habits and rituals nourishing my spirits peace

Meandering Waters and sedimentation of sand

grasses brushes flowers and trees

nests of nature will be embracing me

the nosetalgia and yet expectancy of change in the air

every frequency of existence seeping into the cells with heightened Sensibility

deciphering the archive of knowledge to carry forth and share with others

the slopes of character one revealed and grew to be

embraced and one's personality

strengthened to stand in the Futures Journey

the eye on the Storm

the eagle flying over its territory

the dolphin in the sea

the lion in the Prairie

like me migrating with the elements inner wisdom

serene in the Silence and Screams of the unraveling dreams

I can't help but feel sad

For a home a seed

A place I had but lost instead

Nostalgia before even having Yet arrived

While at the same time in the knowledge

That right now a different landscape should reveal and prosper infront

Of my eyes

To be able to excavate space for my soul

If this life here is meant to again be embraced and not withhold

The valleys will open and caress me in their folds

Give me the soil

To grow permanently

But right now travelling

Transient to collect the nutrients for the future I want to shape for me

Needing to detach

To give new room to breathe

Surrender

Allow to be

Don't weep for what isn't but for what is yours to keep

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So many people here to see

So many and yet in this short amount of time

Only a few time to see

With landscapes which always

Forever inspire me

  • Carolin Rechberg

Allow all your feelings

After all the echo is

What will be strengthening and healing

Excavating the depth of your being

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