devotion

dedication to you.

dedicated for you.

dedicate me.

you saw it.

you got it.

dedicated.

my body in the colours of a rainbow

every single muscle screaming for release to come.
the skin  dipped into all kinds of red and blue.
discovering new conditions.

my leaf dunked hair still  leaves some parts of a fairytale meadow here and there.

the white dress hangs defyingly with its stains of mud from the fall.

all devoted to that image in my head
a longing of communication
in a different way.


what a beautiful thing to do

follow them

follow my thoughts


nothing left but you.
and me alive in the nothing.
without understanding.
i really do not.
why would suffer be needed.
if it was all for the learning.
i doubt.
i need to see wider.
fields again.
the houses are distracting view.


take my weak body and carry it home.
arise my hidden seeds.
so i can be the unhidden me.
seen by the seeder.

my deepest wish

sometimes I ask myself, if a thought, which is following me for years, is a vision.

or just a selfish wish.

what differences vision and wish.

isn't each from you.

but the difference that the one is your thought in an everlasting time line

and the other one a tiny bit of the first, to lead me there...

mein sein

mein sein ist über dich.wie ich dich kennenlerne und kenne und doch wieder nicht.und darüber wie nah du mir bist und wie nah mir dadurch das unheil kommt.

thanks to walter.one of the greatest photo artists i know.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/23722070@N06/5433521146/lightbox/

trees and shafts

they will cut of the tree
and there is always a way for death to come in between the shafts of sunlight.

but maybe then I will finally see it.
the tree as it use to be.