We live in a World

We live in a world

Of fleeting connections

Where everyone

Struggles

Simply to be

Where everyone is overwhelmed

With existence

Of how we

Made it to be

How does that serve us?

How does this, what we created, nurture us?

How do we strive from here?

Where are all stranded

In an isolated abyss neither here nor near ?

Who truly still feels connected?

Even in the midst of so called family?

Who observes the disconnect

The distance of

All

Especially through technology

While more and more also

Do awake

To a more conscious landscape

And yet the dissonance disrupts

Between those who do

And those who care not yet to see

(To feel

To hear

To be honest and live from the heart not the mind)

Honoring the unique spirit given

To each individual kind

How long?

How long?

How long until we as godly creatures

Truly choose to be

God particles

Creating a whole

If you just choose to be part

Rather then opposed

To those of us which hold

Mother Nature

The universe

In our embrace

And listen to the greater spirit

Of ourselves

And trust our souls to shape a better landscape

How long?

How long will you listen to your ego?

Your mind?

How long? How long ?

I’m too there will be no other kind?

Your battle is within you.

It is forlorn

It is

It is you

Surrender to the darkness

Break through it

And truly become

The truth

That is you

Reconnect to the essence of all being

Fuse with the path we are all seeking

Whether willing or unwillingly

The raising of our conciousness

Is our destiny

The being of self

As the one with all

Hearing one’s own but all of natures call

Acting truly from the heightened self

In the seat of centerdness

In accordance

In resonance

In harmony

With existence

Itself

How long ?

How long will you deny natures calll?

How long will you deny us all?

How long will you pretend for us and nature not to exist ?

How long until you wake up and seize to resist?

How long?

How long?

How long, until you will hear your own spirit song?

How long?

How long?

Don’t let us wait…

We don’t have too long.

Don’t let us wait

Answer our song

Answer earths call

To become one

With all

Answer universes call

To become one

With all

We live in a World-Carolin Rechberg

To Paint

To paint

is like a ritual for me.

It is the laying bare of myself.

Standing in or opposed to a surface, a space, a ground, on which to communicate and extend my being onto.

My gesture, my mark, my emotion, my thought.

It is the soft caress or sometimes over eager

gushing of emotions, tearing out from inside of myself.

In the discourse of presence, happening right in-front of myself.

The discourse of me represented through colours, form structure, composition, and what unfolds for me to see.

Painting, like the moment of life.

Surrenderance to the structure, the surface, sometimes already having marks on it, coming in, to treasure what inspires me, what I still want to discover to find or what I want people to find inspiration in.

But in the end it is not about the other, it is just about you, about me, and that moment of being free.

Of allowing nothing else, but mixing and choosing colours, tracing form and textures intuitionally.

Nothing purer, this being, my kind of meditation.

Like life itself, every painting a surprise, showing the treasures you could have not known before they reveal themselves before your eyes.

That is even if abstract it is a presentation of more of the conceptual rather then realistic, but signifying a philosophy of being, a philosophy of approach to life.

A philosophy of engagement and embracing of the senses.

The other becoming me, and me becoming it.

With the caress of my whole body, even cuddling, dancing, and stretching, sitting, rolling, walking, or tracing on it.

The energy, candle to electric light, highlights and shadows,

the gestures of paint and without paint,

my eyes, my nose, the smell, the touch, the feel, the sound, of movement

of rhythm, of pattern of decision shaping the expressed landscape of my inside.

Free.

Landscapes which only exist ones, in the painting of me.

Der Weckruf-The call of Art and Music

Es geht um das Gedankengut was durch Kunst und Musik stimuliert wird

Die Fähigkeiten des Geistes werden beflügelt durch die Entwicklung des Verstandes anhand von Sinnes Wahrnehmung

Verständnis für die Substanzen und Materien um uns in- und materiel welche das sich immer verändert und weiter went.

Eine nicht Sterbende Wesenheit die sich formt aus der Natur und unserer Kulturen welche unberechenbar sich entfaltet dadurch das die Zügel der Korruption in der Hand des Zerstörers anstatt des Heilers des Schamanen Mutter Erde’s Untertanen, liegen.

Nein anstatt faszinierend zu beobachten der Tanz der Unterdrückung

So viel Schmerz und Qual

Und wozu, es sonst, doch nur ein wiederholendes Muster ist

In welchem wir uns verheddern um Frau zu lernen und Fäden anders zu weben.

Im Bewusstsein und dem respect

Wie ein Heiliger Schwur

Das jede Tat

Jeder Atemzug

Stehst dem wohl unser Mutter Erde zusagt

Somit ist Kunst und Musik

Musik und Kunst unsere Culture

Den sie atmet die Erfahrungen aus die und sensibilisiert

Nicht zuletzt auch brainwashed und Konditioniert

Aber trotz allem ist es noch der Ruf

Welcher sich selbst durch die Gewalttaten der kleinen Menschen

Nicht fähig zu lieben anstatt Hass mit brutalen anArten

Diese müssen wir mit den Ruf unser zelebrierung der Schönheit

Des Lebens

Des gebend und Nehmens

Dem Kuss der Natur und des Zusammenseins

Dem Weckruf

Welcher die bis jetzt verlorenen Seelen weckt (aus dem schlafe ruft)

Den wir wissen

Wer sich lebt und mit den Erlebnis des Lebens bebt

Wer nach taten in seinen Worten strebt, wer sie preisgibt und sie dann anstrebt, Oder die welche sich in den Worten verlieren, welche das gesagte als das getane mehr zelebrieren.

(Die mit Worten nur den...Boden schlecken anstatt das Leben an zupacken und wirklich zu entdecken)