Are you able to stand in the forest

in poring rain and no resistance

because your soul chooses

to be here?

Do you dare

to let yourself fall

into the abyss of life

with nothing to hold on to?

Can you stand bare-naked

in a clearest night

and expand yourself

into the endless space?

Do you play with your offspring

with the joy of your inner child

and do you make love to your partner

with all that you will be?

Are you going to stand against the stream

despite the thrive to go with the flow

by virtue of your cells choir

chanting you to be unshaken?

Do you know your inner voices

that masters of distraction?

Moreover will you have the courage

to observe but not to follow?

And can you endure the fact

that your self perception

is nothing but a naive scribble

of your ego?

Are you ready to dispunge this picture?

again and again and again

The memories of your true presence

are entirely overwhelming.

And they come like waves

of magical congruence.

A sweet whisper:

„I know who you really are!“

And a silent answer:

„Yes, we are in this

together – again!“

Then the wave moves back

and while empathizing –

on the quality that remains

I look ahead

on the endless beach of life

„Oh boy, what a long way to go!“

the dude minds

the dude’s mind minds

and the dude minds his mind minding

until he realises

that observing his minding

opens a new gate

and his thoughts become just what they are

a tiny part of a much bigger

space

Did you ever hear about the parable by Margaret Fishback Power? Of a woman reflecting on her life journey symbolised by two footprints in sand. One was her own the other one of God who accompanied her throughout. The woman noticed though that in the hardest times of her life, she could only see one track. Doubtfully she questioned the Lord why he broke his promise and left her in her toughest period of times. And the Lord responded, that he loves her and during these phases he did carry her.

Regardless of knowing it, in the dude’s version God would have responded differently. In fact, it would be a new story. Wouldn’t it?

 G.: ”You show me how to walk, I can’t experience it alone. You are the brave one the chosen one, or the one with no choice but to put your feet in the sand. It’s painful and beautiful, adventures and exhausting. If you don’t travel I can’t. You do the experience for you and me and the galaxy. Now and here you are the only one who can do the work you are doing. And I thank you for that. I love you. There is only one footmark, which is yours. And you can invite me to join in. If you do so and you let go and let eternity make the steps, then a creative spirit will merge, without you dispersing. Still one track. But consciously two – become one – return to be one. One. Always been. Always will be. Continue. Now. –please.”

This journey is not about decorating yourself with the achievements of others,

nor collecting huge piles of books to feel good.

Jesus could guide and company you on this trip,

yet you are the one to fucking do the walk.

This journey is not to be consumed,

and this skill, and that method, and that technique

will not make you move forward.

It can only show you the map – a hint where to go.

Stop reading and playing around.

Walk!

Every day through mud and through rain, sunshine and hail.

The real and only navigation is within you.

And it takes a millions of detours

to finally realise

that the destination is unknown.

But start walking. Don’t talk about you starting.

Walk!

Left food now, right food here. Now, here. Here , now.

You will get lost and walk in circles.

And than you realise that they are part of a spiral – going from wide to infinite small.

No final goal. No paradise waiting.

Unless you really start loving to walk.

you are not

who you think you are

and the one in you

who thinks

that you are not

who you think you are

is also not you

so WHAT are you?

I am so sorry that I forgot about you,

my old friend and companion.

I feel like a father who lost contact with his only son,

like a mother gazelle who’s fawn was just taken by a leopard,

now standing there sensing that something is wrong,

calling into the night for someone who was – was it?

and continue to walk on the path of life.

I don’t remember the moment when I let go of you.

I miss you.

Wondering how to find the way back

through this labyrinth of evolution.

This great sadness

because I took the road away from you.

There is no anger nor frustration about it.

Only cold burning grief

that causes a tear running down my cheek.

And by the time it touches my lips

– the moment when darkness turns into emptiness –

I feel a light,

I sense a glimpse of you

Asking:

“So Dude, where do we go now?”

Do you hear it, too?

Far away.

like an old phones jingle,

soft but consistent.

or just an illusion?

however – focused

i can feel the vibration

it’s real and it’s there.

pulling my awareness

into this room deep down in myself.

entering it, i become sharp and present.

alive i am floating towards it

a crystalline telephone.

full of excitement

i pick up the halo receiver

hearing this gentle whisper:

“wake up! it’s me, God!”

and in this blissful moment

of electrified joy,

i hang up

asleep – it’s dark and numb

and what is that?

Do you hear it, too?

Far away.

I think, therefore I am – a schmuck!

How does it feel to be the son of God

     and how is it like to be the sister of Love?