Sheets

 

Sea

 

Jeans

 

The landscape of my lunch

Sometimes I feel like spending the rest of my life just watching the
forms and the colors, the patterns and the structures in the world.

Let me show you …

… how beautiful you are
said the light to the shadow.

Sometimes

Sometimes I feel like Cinderella, I want to be saved. By whom or what I don’t know. Maybe by a man, by a friend, by a stranger, by God, by myself. By the next thought or feeling or happening or view. By sleep, by death. Maybe all of that, or rather none of it. It seems the best salvation is that which is not needed. Or which is happening, all the time. Well, I know it’s like that. I just forget sometimes.

Don’t forget

The world can be so beautiful.
The flowers know that.
Oh, let me be a
flower girl.
⚘ ⚘ ⚘

♪

Enough?

So if you can do it, or help someone else
A little bit, to stay alive, or happy
Then that’s enough
So why are we made to question
The value of our lives

(Rebecca Elson, A Responsibility to Awe)
 

Maybe my specialty is not to be very special
maybe my expression is not to express much
maybe my creation is not to be creative?

Maybe my talent is to just be there
to look around, wonder and enjoy?
Not the worst thing, actually.

I’m not sure
but sometimes the best answer
is when the question dissolves.

Humans

Eight billion individuals, undividables
autists if you will. 

Everyone in their own world
literally being their own universe. 

Yet connected, in varying ways and degrees
dancing with each other, loving, fighting 
(mis-)understanding, (not) caring, ...
and basically all one
the one life expressing
as all of us and everything.

Paradox and beautiful
beyond measure
beyond beyond
poor words ...

🌚

 

 
„Nachtstadt. Alle eilen nach der Arbeit nach Hause. Blinklichter von Ampeln, Scheinwerfer von Autos. Niemand bemerkt dich. Weil du in einer anderen Dimension bist. Du bist gleichzeitig hier und nicht hier. Du bist außerhalb der Zeit, außerhalb des Raums.“
(Kommentar von Roll1and)

Wo ist mein Platz in dieser Welt? Brauche ich einen? Will ich einen? Gibt es einen? Was ist diese Welt? Was soll sie sein, für mich?

🌞

Vorfrühling ⚘

Härte schwand. Auf einmal legt sich Schonung
an der Wiesen aufgedecktes Grau.
Kleine Wasser ändern die Betonung.
Zärtlichkeiten, ungenau,

greifen nach der Erde aus dem Raum.
Wege gehen weit ins Land und zeigens.
Unvermutet siehst du seines Steigens
Ausdruck in dem leeren Baum.

(Rainer Maria Rilke, 1924)

Just a little shift

I was so happy when I first saw this picture last year. Stereogramms are so much fun and so symbolic. Just a little shift in perspective, another focus, or rather a defocusing, and then ... Today I looked at it again and saw another version of the motive: a teapot that’s broken in half and a smaller one in front of it. Amazing! (This only seemed to work on my phone where the picture is smaller than on a laptop.) It was as if life were reminding me that there’s always more to be discovered, even in that which is apparently the same and known. Keep exploring and savoring, wherever you are drawn to, my dear. It’s beautiful :).

"Life is so weird sometimes."

A Japanese music artist creates an astonishingly
beautiful record for a skin care company
to “give away” with perfume bottles.
Some of them leak and damage the
vinyl, which leads to crackly
sounds that some listeners
interpret as being part of
the music. Decades later,
this album is on YouTube,
being enjoyed by hundreds of
thousands of people and doing all
kinds of lovely things to them. The
“mundane” and the “beyond” wonderfully
intertwined. How it all connects, or isn’t
really separate in the first place... (This
little story has been taken from the
comments by “breakline” and
“t4exanadu” in the comment
section of the video.
Thank you.)