Sometimes a thought blurs in an ocean of others
I am not sure how to start this
I listen to my heartbeat
Beat by beat
try to understand
try to hand your hand
the cry for Freedom
Aren't we all looking for it?
The moments of weightlessness
The moment you are there
How you feel when you Lookup and realize that you are not dreaming
The clarity of the morning stars before sunrise
Find peace in the chaos of thoughts and forms
Something makes the familiar and regular shine
Day after day, which still leads away from well-trodden paths into the hug of the unknown and unwritten
I try to describe, what I am looking for, but it is deceptive
It is on the tip of my tongue, then it is gone
I know what I am looking for is not in fear
I know what I am looking for is not in seeking
There is the feeling when both bare feet are pressed on the floor and your head is in the clouds
It is the balance: land and sea
Society and the wilderness
Me and You
I feel at home there
How often am I guided by fear?
How often do I lead with love?
What do I look for?
What exactly is freedom and where do I find it?