Schlagwort: poem

  • The Fruit In My Hands

    The Fruit In My Hands

    The first fruits are already sprouting in my garden. I can’t believe how quickly that went.   A particularly large fruit is also included. I have to put it in both hands, that’s how big it is. A very exotic specimen, I tell to myself. It looks like a carrot in colour, but has the shape…

  • The Flower of Life

    The Flower of Life

    It is not a question of giving this flower a shape or colour.   It’s about looking at this flower.   Finding and experiencing the nectar.   The nectar of the flower of life.   It is the essence of your actions, of your work, of being there.   The entry to your innermost core,   the creation of your resources.  …