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.

the other one

security is the other one in life.

disappear me

disappear me into illusion

hope, the brother of illusion
without illusion there be none.
illusion draws my pictures of hope.

end up hoping an illusion.
hope my illusion into reality, is a disappearing me.