Living life

Where must I turn my face to see your face?
East, South, West, North?
Let me tell you my dear, the face of my Beloved is present in the reflection of the river, that streams through the mountains.
His voice in the whispering of the winds, that slides past the slopes.
Every gesture in the movement of the Earth, the eternal dance of the stars.
To see my Beloved, is to dance on the grass, to sing on the streets of my hometown and to view my sight in a mirror.
Every heartbeat is in his name. Lover and Beloved are one.
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Whenever I turn my eyes to the sky and witness the lights that shine without any human command, I feel humble and grateful to exist.
To exist is not the same as to live though. We come on this world through fate or by coincidence, whichever we believe in, we exist.
Our bodies feel the sense of life pulsating through our veins on the beat of a perpetual drum, our skin senses the cold world once brought out of our mothers womb. Do we live then?
No, I believe we don´t. Living life is to be fully in the moment, to chase after our dreams. To not be numb to our deepest wishes or have a blind eye towards our destiny.
Unfortunately many of us only exist, their minds closed off, relying on their body to steer them around. Every day goes by as a fata morgana of what could have been,
the colours bland, in comparison to the vibrant reality.
How can we live then? Tell me, instead of mesmerizing and patronizing! Well, such a thing as a manual of how to live the best does not exist.
A manual is something for automatons, which would lead us back again to the cage in which our mind and soul is captured in.
Living is also a state of ultimate Freedom. Travellers feel somewhat alive because they aren´t bound to their homes anymore, nor to the rules which apply to someone who is settled.
When someone worries about the future or still thinks about the past, a veil is layed upon his eyes, ropes are spun to restrict him. And his freedom is slowly taken away, until he is
bound to his own tombstone. What does one achieve with worrying and overthinking other than making himself crazy?
No, my thought is to hold ourselves in the moment. Surely, we can think of tasks to fulfill, but not endlessly dwell on possible events. We can remember the love given to us by a
special person, but try to forget the pain that was caused by him. If that is even asked too much, forgive! Forgiving is the least we can do. Show understanding.
 If that is too much,show indifference and move on. A clear pool can easily be turned into quicksand, once feeded with mud. We ought not turn our pools into quicksand.
Living in the moment is not to close our eyes and seek inside for the feelings, but to open them up even wider. Explore every stone that make up the mountain,
smell every flower in the garden of life. Overflow our six senses with worldly visions and higher knowledge.
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Forest

God lent me his hand
I counted his fingers
Then I gave it back

I counted his fingers.

Distance

Icy February wind
Stroking my battered cheek
Leaving marks around my neck
The distance is strangling me

Homeless lovers
Gathered around an unlit fire
Reflecting their empty hearts
The distance is strangling them

Lost creatures
Seeking refuge in this land
I've arrived. Now I feel
The distance strangling us.