Schlagwort: English
Nature, nurture, mature
Root us human beings deep
While our fallen leaves
rot into compost
Feed us with wild strawberry and rosehip compote
So we stop complott
Life itself.
Roses Revolution
Imagine me, being twenty-one, witnessing the first time the majesty of birth
She was a godess, deeply connected with her sexuality
I – was not needed.
Baby came out, just with her and papa
she laid down, surrounded by us three servants.
her vulva was red, bloody, swollen
Showing the deepnes that she reaches.
A girl
She…
built herself a cave out of cloths
With the laundry rope and her pink flower hair clips to hold
that she bought in a french tourist shop near the sea
with the money she earned in cents
by selling her paintings in the street.
The warrior
The queen
Discernment.
Integrity.
Solitude.
Ein Ich mit Grenzen.
Incredible beauty.
Upright
but not uptight
shes soft in her face
Grace.
Some simple wisdom |||
It is nice to root
I can talk everyday to the apples
and say: wow, how you grew!
For Munay
How you became a mother
Is written in the trees
Of the north.
How the young warrior wanderer
Laid down her stick on the earth
To hold a little ones hand.
brown-eyed bird
I hear your voice
Sing from beneath
I sit at the window
Breathe
Lavender, rosemary, blueberry, thyme
Your voice
My Heart
Intertwined.
It´s wider
I´ve experienced the pain of analphabets
I´ve experienced the pain of school
as different as two things can be
but both got this burning sense in my chest.