Trauma

Sometimes
the wounds
are touched
by vibrant ripples
in a conversation

It feels like
tingelings
and tears may drop
and in the heart
they drop on softness

It does not feel like trauma
it does feel more
like little kisses
caressing ancient scars
of what has been

It makes it easier
to feel the pain of them
who still have open wounds
and hurt and hurt and hurt

Come sit with me
and give your wounded heart
I will caress it
and will only leave
when time has come
for you
to leave …

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Center


Everyone of the seven billion in this world
believes that they are
the center of
the world
And in a sense
they all are

the center

The eye of an insect
consists of
innumerable facets

that give the insect
the view of
its world
Each facet is a part
of the one eye
of the one
organism

You are the facet
of the One
of the centerless centre

which is You …

Train

Hand

Sometimes someone comes to my door.
And that someone has heard in some distant way, that there is a train leaving for freedom.
And you tell her about it, again and again and again.
And when she leaves, she says: “Yes, I feel something has changed”.
And Gratitude comes whispering in my ear: “She is on the train…”.
And then tears come, and so much more …

Inquiry

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When you believe:
“I found “it”,
ask yourself:
who is the ‘I’ that did something
what is ‘found’ that was not there before
what is ‘it’ that is found?

When Grace touches you
and shows you your heart
there never was an ‘I’
there never was ‘finding’
there never was an ‘it’

No one ever did anything
No thing was ever found
All there ever was and is
is Consciousness …

Travel

Travel

The journey, the step in the unknown,
cautious, pristine, anxious

The path, the street, the field,
known and unknown

The place, the bed, the table
for you to rest and eat

Then home, again,
as if you never left,
will put her arms around you
and whisper in your ear
that where on earth the heart is
the home is always there …