Up in the mountains.
Blue spots on alps.
Dark blue funnel.
Treasures for the eye.
No picking possible.
Only nature can preserve this beauty.
Rare finds high up.
Satisfaction for the eye and soul.
Peacefulness beyond reach.
Blue truth on green carpets.
Gentle flow of thoughts.
Keep the stream moving.
New thoughts arriving.
Old ones leaving.
Mind as clear as a mirror.
Majestic little balls of cotton candy floating in the azure sea of sky.
Made of tiny drops of water, gathered in a fragile community.
White and puffy they are moved forward by the wind.
Forward is any direction, there is no goal, just being there.
But every now and then two fluffy spheres unite and become a bigger one.
And so they grow.
Bigger and bigger.
Expanding into the infinite.
Reaching into the nothingness of space.
They become humongous.
Filling the sky.
They are darkening the day, like an eclipse.
The little drops of water are growing into big and heavy raindrops.
They are falling down to earth, released by the community of raindrops.
Driven by gravity, they are increasing their speed. Down, down, down.
At the bottom they hit the ground with disintegrating force and the little droplet splatters in all direction.
The end of a form.
Now they are just water on the ground.
Ready for the next adventure.
A new life awaits the molecules of water.
And again they start the circle of life.
They fulfill the highest form of being.
Just be what you can be.
I want to be free.
I don’t to be a slave of my work.
I don’t want to clean the house every day.
I don’t want to be a dad when I come home tired.
I don’t want to be a husband fixing things.
I want to be free.
I love my work.
I love the relaxing feeling of cleaning my house.
I love to be a dad of free riding kids.
I love to be the husband.
Being free is part of your mental state. You can be free in the most enslaving environment. You can be free without money or opportunity to travel. You can be free in your heart, in your soul, in your mind.
Being free means living, thinking, behaving like a free (wo)man.
We start small one place,
We change our position,
We find rest in another spot.
Our trip is an emotional journey,
It is a physical wandering and growing,
Life is a spiritual voyage.
We are constantly moving,
Temporal, spatial, emotional,
Intellectual, spiritual and holistic.
The nights are short,
The sun rises early and sets late.
The first wave of fresh green
Is now followed by darker colors.
The hot days are refreshed
By heavy thunderstorms.
Nature is awakened
From a long winter’s sleep.
And I sit
At the first and last sunlight.
Shimmering in the sun
Standing still in the air
Zooming above the surface
The lake is quiet
Peaceful at rest.