Summer Time

A journey. A return.

What do I do after the night? After the silence that emptied me?
The silence that calls me home, home to you.

A place where everything was always untouched, a place I call home.
The rolling hills, vast fields and meadows, the streams that gently flow through the countryside. Everything calls my name. It reminds me of the love that is present.

Am I really everything I see and even more?

Not Only a minor part of everything, but everything a part of me.

Each character of the story that I myself create.

At night when I look at the stars again and the moon kisses me goodbye, I realize that every sadness was only a mendacity in the greater truth of life.

Awaken

I still remember the day when life no longer felt real to me.

Suddenly it felt like I was in a dream, a dream I somehow forgot to awaken from.

The roads, the trees, the people I met, everything seemed so changed.

Everything was suddenly enveloped in an indescribable peace and a lightness came over me that I had never felt before.

With some people I thought, whether they do not know that they are still asleep or I was the last one who still had to awaken and all were waiting just for me.

Why all the uncertainty and doubt when I was only dreaming?

Perhaps we are all only here to wake up one day from the dream we call life.

To realize one day that the erstwhile tragedy was a mere play.

Finding the truth

Fear says: I can't.

Love says: Yes, every time.

Fear says: I will fail.

Love says: Never if you get up again.

Fear says: It's the uncertainty.

Love says: It's trust.

Fear says: I will be abandoned, I will be hurt again.

Love says: I am the only truth.

Fear says: Why me?

Love says: Because you chose it. But you can choose better.

Fear says: To love hurts.

Love says: Even more if you don't.

Fear says: Where is the way out?

Love says: Follow me and you will never be alone again.

Continue until the end

I will not give up even if I have to.

No loss is greater than giving up before the final moment.

Even if dragons rise from hell and flames swallow all of me.

Even when darkness falls over me and I stand alone out in the streets.

Even when the images of my loved ones are the last thing I have left.

Even when I have to give up everything and it means loosing everything, I have to go on until the end.

For the only thing I can loose is my truth and that won't ever be.

This is why there will be a gate through which I can pass, because the light always exists and stands by me despite all barriers.

Ich werde nicht aufgeben, selbst wenn ich muss.

Kein Verlust ist größer, als das Aufgeben vor dem Schluss.

Selbst wenn Drachen aus der Hölle steigen und mich das Feuer verschlingt.

Wenn die Dunkelheit über mich bricht und ich alleine auf der Straße liege.

Selbst wenn die Bilder meiner Liebsten das Letzte sind was mir geblieben ist.

Selbst wenn ich alles aufgeben muss und es bedeutet alles zu verlieren, muss ich weitergehen bis zum Schluss.

Denn verlieren kann ich nur meine Wahrheit und das wird nicht passieren.

Und genau deshalb wird es ein Tor geben durch das ich gehen kann, weil das Licht immer existiert und mir trotz allen Hindernissen mir zur Seite steht.

Humaness

Everything we experience in our human life is temporary.

Every emotion, every step, every breath will be forgotten at some point.

It is not a burden but an experience. A choice.

So why not experience life with all senses, feel and discover.

All will fade away at some point and so will everything that seems so commonplace.
The heartbeats, the butterflies in your stomach, the tears, the excitement, walking towards the horizon, feeling the sun on your skin, baking bread, kissing, breathing, all the taste explosions after a good meal.
All this will be only a memory one day.

With the Wind

Just let yourself be carried by the lightness of the wind.

With it, the burdens of yesterday and today will disappear.

It gently blows you into a new adventure that life holds ready for you.

Like leaves, let yourself be carried and trust that it will take your loved ones with you.

Just forget what once seemed so real, close your eyes, and just be carried along with him. Hear the sorrow only from that far away.

And start a new one once again.

Lass dich einfach tragen von der Leichtigkeit des Windes.

Mit ihm verschwinden die Sorgen des Gestern und des Heute.

Er weht dich sanft in ein neues Abenteuer, dass das Leben bereit für dich hält.

Wie Blätter, lass dich tragen und vertraue dass er deine Liebsten mit dir nimmt.

Einfach vergessen, was einst so wichtig erschien, die Augen schließen und einfach mit ihm ziehen.

Den Kummer nur noch aus der Ferne hören.

Und auf ein Neues noch einmal beginnen.

Goodbye to me

Es gab Tage, da wollte ich wer anderer sein.

Irgendwo hinverschwinden, am liebsten aus meiner Haut.

Oder irgendwo anders hin, wo ich am liebsten wer anderer sein kann und am Besten nicht mehr ich.

Einfach meinem Verstand entfliehen, der mir erzählt, dass ich etwas bin, dass ich nicht sein möchte.

Sooft wollte ich unehrlich sein zu allen, aber am liebsten zu mir selbst.

Ich wollte mich nicht der Wahrheit stellen und dabei Antworten finden, vor denen ich die meiste Angst hatte.

Die Wahrheit irgendwann herauszufinden, doch nicht gut genug zu sein.

Nicht dazuzugehören.

Nicht wertvoll und wichtig zu sein.

Nicht zu verdienen, was sich mein Herz wohl am Meisten wünscht.

Dass alles nur eine Blase ist, die ich zerplatzen sehe lange bevor es überhaupt passiert.

Meinen Träumen lebe wohl sagen lange bevor sie noch zu Ende geträumt waren.

There were days when I wanted to be someone new.

Disappear somewhere, preferably out of my own skin.

To some other place, where I can be whoever I want to be, and at best not be me.

Just escape from my mind that tells me that I am something that I don't want to be.

Many times I wanted to be dishonest to everyone, but most of all to myself.

I didn't want to face the truth and find answers that I was most afraid of.

Finding out the truth someday, not being good enough after all.

To not belong.

To not be valuable and important.

To not deserve what my heart probably craves the most.

That it's all just a bubble that I can see bursting long before it ever happens.

To say goodbye to my dreams long before they were dreamed.

Why not

Why not just talk about death.
Or life, or both.
Why not talk about moments that tear our heart apart, moments when our tears just flow, when we are infinitely sad.
Or about those moments when our muscles ache because of joy, because laughter almost tears us apart.
So our tears flow again. This time because of infinite bliss.
Why not just talk to one another instead of passing each other by.
Honestly look into each other's eyes to see the truth.
To express oneself as one is and not as one would like to be.
Sharing fears and worries that everyone carries inside themselves anyway.
Why maintain a facade that was built by others?
It's time to stand up and say no more.
There is no other way, because no other can open if we deny our heart and tongue.
It is not about weakness, not about prestige, not about appearance or strength.
It is about humanity, which we owe to each other.
All of the same tone, different, unique and still the same.

Each one a heart that connects us all and calls to unity.
How can we not see that only togetherness is the way that leads out of misunderstanding.
The misconception that anyone is different from anyone else.
Race, age, status and religion.
All lies that were once believed.

We can believe differently, decide differently, be different than ever before.

We can steer together than be steered.

Not for me, not for you, but for all of us.

Hometown

Vienna, my home.
My bittersweet symphony.
I’ll always come back to you.
Often with a burden on my heart.
The marks of the past are everywhere.
It has left too many traces. The heart still echoes.
My beloved ones are waiting for me.
The outward elegance crumbles like dust.
A chilling cold reveals itself.
Shines from the walls of historical time.
Guests are tempestuous.
A memory in an album is all that remains.
No tales from a stranger.
No one unveils their heart.
Fame and glory.
Enough to keep diving into the shadows that hang on me like lead?
I often long for moments to part again and return back in time.

Illusionary

Is the world as we know only illusion of our own mind?

It always plays this games and fools and tricks us endlessly. Is everything we call separate in truth all one?

And good and bad is not divided at all?
Because everything moves in a circle.

A circle that seems to be infinite, in which we move safely all the time.

A play of light and shadow.
What about time, which sometimes runs out and sometimes stops?

Sometimes calls and sometimes hurts? Is it perhaps waiting for us?
And the rhythm of day and night only exists so that our being can find its route on this earthly journey.

The continuous circle of space and time moves within ourselves and the inner mirrors the outer. like in a dream that never seems to end.
Are we all asleep or awake?
Suddenly images of reality become blurred and what we call real is only an illusion of our own spirit.
So the mystery remains who are we now? Who looks at our hand and blinks through our robe?

Who walks the path step by step?

And suddenly the realization remains that our most precious possession is the magic of the moment for now and for all time.

Eyes of innocence

What is hidden behind the eyes of innocence?
The colors of Siberian ice?
Nothing you're looking for, nothing you think.
Eyes are merely the gateway to a deeper truth that lies beyond the facade.
Only one who penetrates deeper can see what lies hidden behind the impression.

Was verbirgt sich hinter den Augen der Unschuld?
Den Farben aus sibirischem Eis?
Nichts, was du suchst und nicht was du denkst.
Augen sind boß das Tor zu einer tieferen Wahrheit, die dich durch die Fassade hemmt.
Nur wer tiefer dringt, erblickt was hinter dem Anschein verborgen liegt.

Path of infinity

Waking up on the path of infinity is the present-ness of the real.
The dream that is lifted was no more than a glimpse of the past.
Our hearts were covered by the shadows that seemed to be infinite.

Aufwachen auf dem Weg der Unendlichkeit ist die Gegenwart der Wirklichkeit. Der Traum der sich lichtet war nur der Schleier der Vergangenheit. Über unseren Herzen nur der Schatten der unendlich schien.

Call of the moment

The beauty of being is the call of the moment.
The gentle voice of your heart, longing to be reunited with you.
To be one with you again after such a long time of separation. It is the truth you have been searching for so long.
It waits silently for your return.
The return to yourself.

Die Schönheit des Seins ist der Ruf des Augenblicks.
Die sanfte Stimme deines Herzens, das sich danach sehnt, wieder mit dir vereint zu sein.
Nach so langer Trennung wieder eins mit dir zu sein. Es ist die Wahrheit, nach der du so lange gesucht haben.
Sie wartet schweigend auf deine Rückkehr.
Die Rückkehr zu dir selbst.

Are you life?

The falling of the rain.

Drops that gently melt into the ground remind me of a time when worries were only letters.

Worthless, formless. Is the call of silence a farewell forever and the call to come home? Home to me. Home to you.

Are you the wind in the trees? Are you the laughter of a child? Are you the light at the end of a dark night?

Are you the certainty of my thoughts, the feeling of contentment?

Are you the knowledge that everyone is looking for?

Are you life?

Collection of Thoughts

The days are not quite as dark as they used to be.

Separated in thought. United in dreams.

Spoken words don´t come easy. But feelings do.

Sometimes we need a break from the sounds that surround us.

Waking up is the transition from one dream to the next.

The heart wants to draw pictures that the mind will understand.

Zwei in einer Nacht

Zwei Fremde die sich trafen im Schicksal der Nacht. Unwissend, dass sie schon etwas vor diesem Leben verband. Kraft, der jedes Gesetz unterliegt. Magie, die jede Illusion besiegt. Herzen, die sich liebten. Zuvor, Jetzt und für immer. Liebe. Untrennbar. Unzerstörbar. Dort wo Raum und Zeit nicht existieren. Pulsierend der Herzschlag wie der Takt der Musik. Laute versanken in glühendem Licht. Zweifel wich der Gestalt des Vertrauens. Des Wissens. Der Bestimmung. Der einen Wahrheit, die für alles gilt. Liebe die größte Macht. Für immer unbesiegt.

Two in one night

Two strangers who met in the fate of the night. Unaware that they were bonded by something before this life. A force to which every law is defeated. Magic that vanquishes every illusion. Two hearts that loved each other. Before, now and forever. Love. Inseparable. Irreplaceable. Where space and time do not exist. Pulsating hearts like the rhythm of the music. All was sunk in glowing light. Doubt gave way to the shape of trust. Of wisdom. Of destiny. One truth that holds everything. Love the greatest force. Forever untouched.

Illusion

Is the world as we know it, only an illusion of our own minds?

It always plays this game and fools and tricks us endlessly. Is everything we call separate in truth all one? And good and bad are not divided at all?
Because everything moves in a circle. A circle that seems to be infinite, in which we move safely all the time. A play of light and shadow.
What about time, which sometimes runs out and sometimes stops? Sometimes calls and sometimes hurts?

Is it perhaps waiting for us?
And the rhythm of day and night only exists so that our being can find its route on this earthly journey. The continuous circle of space and time moves within ourselves. and the inner mirrors the outer. Like in a dream that never seems to end.
Are we all asleep or awake?
Suddenly images of reality become blurred and what we call real is only an illusion of our own spirit.
So the mystery remains who are we now? Who looks at our hand and blinks through our robe? Who walks the path step by step? And suddenly the realization remains that our most precious possession is the magic of the moment for now and for all time.