WORTE ZWISCHEN LEERE UND FORM.
In der Stille beobachte ich, was vorüberzieht.
Manches findet seinen Ausdruck in Worten.
Wahrnehmen. Fühlen. Ausdrücken.
Worte sind ein Ausdruck, um andere zu erreichen.
Doch verstehen können nur jene, die selbst erfahren haben.
A filter on the picture shows different perspectives.
The base is the same.
The filter of honesty with oneself.
How popular is it?
A field full of grain,
each one grows independently and lives in a community.
The honesty of all depends on everyone.
The first step is to be honest with oneself.
How honest are you with yourself?
Is it hard for you, or do you need rose-colored glasses for it?
The lowest moments
33. You are on the path.
I told you,
you are on a higher path.
Your soul wants this experience.
Okay.
In the lowest moments I say,
“Fuck you,”
and laugh.
It’s so ironic,
my dear soul.
How can I believe you?
I don’t want to go through this.
Where are my rewards?
You promised me,
my fucking good old soul.
How dare you?
In the lowest moments
it feels like being dragged through the mud
while your higher self sits back,
watching with a clipboard.
Popcorn!
How does it feelwatching WorldLifeTV?
The next layer of experience.
Mostly, we suffer
from the construct of the self.
How often do you believe it
during the day?
Then a whisper:
“Open your eyes
and wake up, my darling.”
Believe it or not,
do you have a choice?
I choose every day
to be me.
To be my frequency.
And you?
A deer has to be mindful.
It stays in the present moment,
aware of its surroundings.
One moment of carelessness
could cost its life.
How precious is your life
that you can spend all of it
lost in thought?
Usually, it does not cost us our life.
It costs us a clear mind.
Can you see the difference
between thoughts that help you grow
and those that cloud your judgment?
Be mindful.
You are the master of your thoughts.
Do not let them become
the master of you.
Learn to observe them.
Learn to guide them.
Have you mastered it?
Wisdom.
So wise and naive.
Simple and focused.
Often misunderstood.
Trust your soul’s wisdom.
And accept that it is your own way.
Your way to understand,
to learn and to grow.
An apple of knowledge.
A bite of wisdom.
Perhaps wisdom begins
when we understand
that everything depends
on perspective.
There is no single wisdom
for everyone.
Each of us has to find
our own.
Motley and multifaceted,
the world shimmers
in beguiling colors
when we choose wisely.
What do you choose?
Are you still caught
in your emotions?
How valuable is truth to you?
Truth is like a tree.
Each leaf is an individual perception of truth.
Each leaf carries a truth of its own,
true within itself.
The branches connect the leaves
and form different streams of truth.
Each one growing
in its own direction.
Yet all branches meet in one trunk.
And deep beneath the surface,
the roots return them
to the same origin.
So why do we search the outer world
for one universal truth?
Isn’t it absurd
to play this fool’s game of truth,
searching for something
that cannot be found there?
Perhaps truth is not something
we need to find outside ourselves.
Perhaps we have to return
to the origin.
Within ourselves.
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