Airwalker

There is this place somewhere in everywhere and it is also part of nothing, but actually also everything there, and is as well, even what we think could be called hell, but also the prettiest oases show up, ever seen by sleepy human eyes as the basis of homeostasis, but so much self-improvised, that it feels a bit creepy whatever applies. Thus, it is just a place in space really, actually totally oversized for human beings, where we keep feeling unwise and weepy, but we really are just winning back our wings, growing deeply.

There, where time is lying to us, which seems just fine to accept and just trust it-some place around, given to you by yourself, trying to show aspects, that were founded for confusional solutions for internal wealth, you may be aware of it just being an illusion - Or lets say just a fusion called “me” in your thoughts-See, it is just a place where to go to feel free and we go there lots, but don’t remember it so much, cause them are just dreams anyway, which flow over the edge of our human pledge and such, every day.

It is somewhere on the way to, where we meet the imperfect part of us and don’t feel blue, cause it is the most desirable and smartest part. Thus, this is a secret art and mostly about the untouched part, very hard to discover, but yet so real, clutched with “the very own truth” written on the cover of the Book of your Lifetime-Blues, as your very own fearless lover, telling yourself smooth: “well, that is you too”, what you cannot deny! Tie your dreams onto that, leave the visible grid, just close your eyelids and enjoy dying for it.

What a gift, but yet so uncommon, declaring yourself as imperfect in this moment, “what a fool, am I”, you might think, but it really is a helpful tool to exclude fear during the next drink of your very own ink, which is writing your chosen history, dear, cause once you found the deepest grounds in your mystery of fear, you wont need anything more here, which sounds like ending inner war, discovering the your dearest wish of transforming fear into charming adventures and your most honest chores.

Just swish and flick with your personal magic stick and no longer be an indentured servant of yours and so, you can finally feel whole and even lots more, for you to not be afraid of life, cause you already die every night, since deaths brother is your sleep, convince your bright eyes to close and get there, wherever is deep inside, wipe it all out-so, you actually know what is expecting you, when your curtain falls, just reflecting your calls, exactly then, when your play is over and you leave behind whatever was on your mind-Ever.

To all Dreamers!

Finished on some Weekend in June 2009, Yvonne Michel, Chur