„Look“ exclaims my heart and I pound the call with my fist high into the air. A volley of screams echoes through the night. I wonder if it is the flap of birds wings or the passing of clouds, which shield my view from the moon. How can I know that the moon still is, even in absence of my senses feeding on its curve? What existence remains unbroken, when the sky cuts sharp edges into the moon and the night befalls us? I am desperate to know.<\/p>\n
So I look. I open my eyes and attend life. I open my palms and draw my skin over its rough and smooth perimeter. I stir and wake and my very pores sing out to the magic before me. A warp in time plucks at my-self and splashes through me wave after wave after wave. Surrender is a powerful surge and takes with it all. Even the edges of the moon. And the air around each flap and muscle. And the tendons of night that move freely.<\/p>\n
Here – here I rest. And thrive. And die. I love the heat of life my heart pumps into me every day. The heart speaks and I answer – „Thank you“.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
„Look“ exclaims my heart and I pound the call with my fist high into the air. A volley of screams echoes through the night. I wonder if it is the flap of birds wings or the passing of clouds, which shield my view from the moon. How can I know that the moon still is, even in absence of my senses feeding on its curve? What existence remains unbroken, when the sky cuts sharp edges into the moon and the night befalls us? I am desperate to know. So I look. I open my eyes and attend life. I open my palms and draw my skin over its rough and … Thank You<\/span> weiterlesen