Love directs your course ☀ " ❤

Sensation of life

☀

In the morning wake me up not by the alarm, but by the ray of sunlight

and let the first words I hear be not the News, but some whispered declaration of

your love

please prepare my breakfast table not in the boring kitchen, but on the forest

glade, the ocean cliffs or beside the roaring waterfall

and no, I don ́t need the morning paper, just read me some of your poems instead

and then, let ́s not take the well-known road, but let ́s make a turn on that secret

corner to find out, what adventures would lie behind

and let us not argue about those unimportant things, but rather talk about the

essential

and do not get so caught up in the conversation, that we will forget to stop and

smile and kiss

let us not pass by the poor and suffering, but take the time to stop and share

and let ́s not join in the choir of laments but sing our praises of gratitude

and help me not to be sufficient too much, but to always strive go give my best

and please don ́t let me take you for granted, but to always be thankful for your

presence

and let me by no way live by the expectations of others, but always always just

follow my own heart

and don ́t let me believe this lie that our wishes are not important, for they are the

calling of our heart, leading us to our own destiny

please do not worry so much, that we miss the beautiful present

throw away that useless umbrella, so I can sense that rain on my skin

by no means make me wear that Hood, for I want to feel the wild wind in my hair

and instead of running through the storm, let ́s dance in its thunder

for tame birds sing of their desired freedom, but wild birds just fly

please don ́t buy me no highheels, but let me walk barefoot through the moss, the

sand, the mud, the puddles and the wet summergrass

and speaking  ́bout the summergrass, don ́t wait till we get home, but make love

to me just right there between the butterflies, that I love so much and those

blooming daffodils

and then again, please no lunch table, instead feed me oranges and almonds

while I ́m still naked

just before we dress, let ́s swim in the bubbling brook

and when I get dressed, no gloves, for I want to feel the warmth of your skin and

the softness of your hair

no Diamond ring for me, the only Diamonds I will always desire is the dancing sun

on the waves, the sandy beach and the wet cobblestones along with the

sparkling stars in the sky

and don ́t promise me the world, just take me there

also don ́t promise me heaven, instead take my hand and let ́s dive the sky

together

no need to buy a fancy car or home, a Caravan will be all I need

no wish for some Television or Stereo, I ́d rather have that guitar

you want to make me happy? Please no Collier, but maybe you ́ll find a good

Story, some unusual Stones at the windy beach or some summer flowers right

where we ́ve just made love

and then instead of talking bout our worries, please ask me for my dreams

and then instead of talking bout our worries, please ask me for my dreams

instead of clinging to some assumed reality, let ́s create our own desired life

please let us not act by what is normal and accepted, but dare to be wild and

crazy

no need for a noble ballroom, for we can dance in the streets

let ́s change that exclusive concert hall for a birdschoir with the leaves resound

above us

we will need no fancy Restaurant, I ́ll feed you bread and olives and wine

underneath that ancient dilapidated stone bridge

and afterwards, don ́t take me to the Cinema, I ́ll climb with you to my secret spot

up high to show you the stunning sunsetting and moonrising and starshining high

above the City lights

some fireworks? Follow me to the summer fields to watch the fireflies dancing in

the dark underneath that night black starry sky

and since we ́re here, no need for going to bed, hope you brought that sleeping

bag instead

and while night falls, don ́t close your eyes just yet, make love to me instead, then

hold me and count the falling stars

and don ́t let me fall asleep uncertain, but let me be assured and secure in your

love

❤☀

His hands, within the rich clay, burning, hot still the tears dripping down his face.

The earth leaves dark streaks across his hands, as he mixes and presses the

mass together.

He molds using her last words to him. Picking up the pieces of those brief

moments with her and hoping that it can fill the gaping hole within his heart, left in

her absence.

The air around him is cold, but still has the scent of her presence. He rushes to

breath it all in before it slips away and is diffused across the universe. Deeply

breath it all in before it slips away and is diffused across the universe. Deeply

inwards, then exhaling onto his work, replacing the smell of earth with that of life.

He remembers the touch of her hands on his thigh, how it laid there with authority

and ease. With that gentle touch in his memory, he smooths the edges and

etches in the details born from dreams fulfilled.

The small lines that light around her eyes when she smiles, as if an angel had sent

him a star bursting from heaven. The curves of her fingertips, soft and round like

the pistils of a flower. The fullness of her hips that slipped in perfectly into his

hands when he embraced her.

He whispers to himself as if in prayer, all her words she ever gave him. With his

fingers he traces that which she carved onto his soul. He recites the wisdom that

flowed from her lips like sweet incense, preserving and marking his life for the

future struggles.

He looks down at what he has made. Holding on his palms a small ark. He kneels

and places the vessel before the kiln of time. Here, he will place the remnants of

her, genesis seeds.

Carrying her everywhere, he will spread her story across the landscape of his life.

Over time, the woman she is becomes the world he lives.

☀" ☀ #

I am battered, alone on this vessel.

My days have slowly bled into years,

Scorched by time, my memories fade.

But you still remain, bright and forever.

They called me foolish, to venture so far

Away, from all I know and believe

To chase after you, oh dear moon,

In this journey into tomorrow that begins today.

My hands hold onto the stern of the boat,

Eyes upward to you, dear moon.

I have journeyed through wet darkness

I have journeyed through wet darkness

To find you, emerging from dusk.

Have you not been pulling me close?

The tide has carried me from my shore,

Where, fingers stretched out, I hold you

With the cold night air between us.

Forget this distance and time between us.

May I one day touch your white face;

As I race to the horizon to meet you,

At the line where the infinite kisses the mortal.

I dig my oars into the water racing to you,

Battling against expectation and obligation

So that I can find you, there, as I dreamed,

Waiting and released into heaven.

But, now, I feel the creeping sun arise,

Burning reality has kindled the dry pages of time,

Making into ashes hard wrought memories

Once written to fight off mortality.

I know, there is no hiding from that orb,

Jealous of our history-- molded from clay and passion.

It brings forth the waves of reality

To wash over me and force amnesia.

Behind me color, drunk and scattered,

In front, perfect darkness lined with your reflection

Guiding to what I know is heaven

In the world I own, my dreams.

My ship is overcome; I cannot see you.

Where are you my light, my evening morning?

You have gone and I am now covered

With the pain of knowing and losing.

With the pain of knowing and losing.

My voyage begun and ended on the same shore,

Filled with lost hope and expectation.

But I have not been forgotten, of this I am sure,

My moon will know me again.....tomorrow.

--

Joshua Marmol

Hummingbird
How often I seek you in the day, hovering nervously to you;
Shaking and needing.
Deep longing.
You stand there knowing of my advances,
Yet lean forward ever so slightly
Sweet hope.
Even the slightest breeze pushes me back,
You sway to and fro to me.
Fleeting doubt.
Tirelessly, heart pounding,
I move closer and closer.
Relentless desire.
Open for me, spread forth;
Gentle flower soft and rich,
Willed submission.
The setting sun keeps no time.,
Daylight and night are one.
Timeless affection.

Close onto me, embracing petals,
Silk shield of nature.
True rest.
Enclose me in the darkness of your knowing,
Away from the chaos of forgetting.
New Memory.
Let the morning dew bathe us,
Be cleaned together into a new day.
Life, everlasting.
☀
what happens when Passion and Vision Combine: Magic! I love it
"☀
Sleep.
The way your legs rest together,
Both feet pressed like one fin
Swimming through your dreams.
Your eyes dancing, closed.
Hands on your forehead, warm.
As morning begins within you.
The light hairs on your arms
Rising to the cold that slipped inside
The blankets spread like a broken wave.
The sound of your voice, heavy.
Eyes carving the day, seeing
And your breath releases finally.
No more waiting for the day,
Imagination spills its ink
Onto morning sky, sketching the way.
I stretch and reach to the tips
Of your fingers, of your self
And raise the clouds over your eyes.
Rising, at last, like a storm
That had been swept off shore
By the prayers for your tomorrow.

Tired still you rest again,
And now i collapse into you
Finding rest within your comfort.
And together we breath,
Stealing life from the world
To feed the burning fire of our hearts.
And then coming forth
!
For words building bridges, donatin wings and giving birth to new realities in
which everything that seemed sure will be an Illusion and everything impossible
can become true For words building bridges, donatin wings and giving birth to
new realities in which everything that seemed sure will be an Illusion and
everything impossible can become true.
́if in your fear you would seek only loves peace and pleasure
than it is better for you that you cover your nakedness
and pass out of loves threshing-floor
into this seasonless world, where you shall laugh but not all of your laughter
and weep but not all of your tears` - Kahlil Gibran
" !
Simply. As scent. As passing shadow. You are.
Gently. As breeze. As passing touch. You are.
Deeply. As sunlight. As needed sleep. You are.
Quietly. As thoughts. As unshakeable memories. You are.
Needed. As destiny. As guided paths. You are.
Held. As hope. As fulfilled dreams. You are.
Remembered. As today. As tomorrow. You are.
Adored. As soul. As living love. You are.

Known. As everything. As realized destiny. You are.
Discovered. As life. As every need. You are.
☀ !
deeply touched - without having sensed your fingertips
honestly moved - without having stepped one inch
truth heard - without even speaking a word
truly seen - just not with the eyes
held - by your thoughts only
felt - but not with my senses
blindfolded - a view so cristal clear
bound by desire - yet so free
flying - without wings
falling - on solid ground
standing - on shaking soil
running - so to be near you
speaking - with one look only
speechless - literally
beautifully dressed - totally stripped naked
kneeling - like a queen
dancing - in silence
dreaming - wide awake
searching - the hidden
hoping - the impossible
☀ "
Spring is still making us wait a little but I already sense its beauty and the new ways, its bringing. Some might think, it ́s
the spring, bringing forth new life, but it all starts in fall. Sometimes fall will hurt,
for you will see very clearly, what will Need to change, but that ́s already the
beginning. Only within this honesty can the new one begin to grow and to
develop. So then spring only is the manifestation of whats happening much
sooner, just as the physical always is only the Manifestation of truths inside of us.
As the outside is only the mirror of the inside. So, I do hope, that this fall will be
holding many nice presents for you in store, bringing you nearer to your true self,
dreams and desires, for those are the language of our Soul, always looking for

completion, always wanting to be whole *
! ☀

i said: "i ́m so sorry for beeing lovesick, if it gets to crazy, you may as well slap me".
She answered: "I have never met anyone like you. You are so vulnerable,
intensive and submissive and than again so strong, wild, crazy, full of life, love,
deep questions, beautiful words that even your lovesickness is interesting. For
with many boring people, even lovesickness is boring, with you, even serving rolls
is exciting" - I almost fell in love with her :)

i wrote: Now you made me cry... i so much love sharing with you, writing, talking,
laughing - and crying - to me it ́s just incredibly amazing having met you. Since
this cannot have been coincidential i will be forever thankful for this.
You can never be naked again, never be innocent and those scars, that you wish
to cover up, to fade, to dissapear so they will not remind you of the pain, so you
might indulge in the Illusion, you were still whole, still unharmed will forever stain
you, crown you, beautify you. For then you are not innocent, not only because
you were injured and wounded, but also contributed to the pain, as well as to the
healing as you were mended. I love Live. wild and crazy, destroying and soothing,
bewildering, enlightening, mysterious, enriching. Having been to the highest
heights and deepest depths which life has to offer, plus having dared to leave my
heart open and responding and feeling, sensing pain and beauty, i feel incredibly,
unbelievably rich. Being still able to respire the precious beauty as well as the
burning sting and to be able to transform it into wisdom, into life and into dreams.
shaping, moulding you into the Person you are - which in my case has turned out
quite nicely :)
one of the reasons, people in so many cases, do shut up from life, from fullness,
from beauty, is that they cannot stand the pain and i don ́t blame them. but once
you shut yourself off, the filter, the shades will work - unfortunately in both
directions. So if you lock out the clouds and the rain, you ́ll likewise Keep out the
sun and the rainbow and the sparkling stars, the dancing waves, the angels, the
fairies and the fireflies. thats what life in its fulness means, it means stepping in
this rollercoaster and since you ́re in it anyway, you might as well have fun or at
least try to deal with the twists and turns. Shutting off no single experience,
emotion, sensation. though being afraid surrendering yourself, still immersing in
the next adventure.
and maybe the way to deal with all of this is through finding ways expressing
yourself. Sometimes, usually at nights (like now) in the deep fall, in the rain, the

evening time, when night slowly outspreads her Sheets on the sky, it feels like by
just putting pen to paper the Soul is able to speak , to dance, to fly On some days
i don ́t even know what she has to say, until i read it afterwards and then i ́ll be
surprised by her.
Maybe words will never be enough as Long as they not come out of this holy
space, of the true self, that space of this infinite wisdom placed inside your own
heart, by god or whatever you would call this unconditional love. I can still
remember when I wrote my first 50 pages Poem :) being 15. It was about love and
her power to heal the world and having written about the joy and the pain of this
world I came to the conclusion, that you only have to spread the love everywhere
across the whole planet earth to heal every creature and to make peace last. I
always dreamt about being able to, since i do feel so much, verbalize it. As so few
People will feel this way I ́d love to paint word Pictures, wherein the precious
beauty of the Moment could be captured and evoked. To make them sense the
beauty and to feel the sorrow, to hear the mourning and to pull them inside those
crazy dance. To take them for a walk with me to the wet summergrass, the
puddles and the mud, the narrow market streets of cobblestones, where the
scent of saffron and vanilla would fill the air, to make them feel the cold in the
sibirian night and the heat in the desert dunes, where sand drifts would dance in
wild formations. To have them hear the cry of the old man on the dirty Indian
street or of the seagull above the storm-lashed ocean. To take them with me into
bitter-sweet life and to give words and voice to those, who don ́t have one. And to
always let love direct your course.

He said: Thank you... it ́s me who ́s filled with gratitude. for your
"incredibly open Spirit that seems to receive life directly, without filter or
hesitation. truly dangerous - but truly fulfilling"

my response: you sense this, naturally, but i ́m not sure if anyone truly understand, what this
will mean. I have felt so intensive ever since, as if i live by Feelings, though my
mind is fortunately functioning quite well :) for quite a while i couldn ́t put it to
words, but without filter is absolutely right. I do not only feel and see and taste
such intensive, i do sense things that others don ́t, my Intuition is very strong and
i have had many spiritual encounters. This makes life so rich, but then: when life
shows its other side, it gets really bad. One day, I was crying out to the universe
telling them, please let me not feel so much, just let me be normal (as if i could :))
Would you think, they answered? They did! For two days in my entire life, I felt
"normal" - i didn ́t cry anymore when i heard a sad story, i didn ́t dance for joy in
the sunset and it wasn ́t me, who was wandering through the pages of a book,
when reading a narrative - i felt like dead!
So i cried out once again, saying, please if you let me feel again, i will never

complain again. So they answered and let me feel again - Everything! But I really
never complained again! As dark as it can get - for then, coming out into the light,
you will find just all the shades of grey mixed with all the sparkling colours of the rainbow
Some people will tell you, emotional people would be very week - honestly,
dealing with so many emotions, not all of them good, makes you really strong. It
also makes you absolutely honest, to yourself and to others. For you have no
single way of pretending anything to be different than it is. So then all the
guidebooks, telling you, if you want a job, a dress, a guy - be totally uninterested,
they will not work for me. also i don ́t find any sense in that. if i will get something
by pretending, how much will it fit me. and if somebody wants me because i ́m
lying and ignorant instead of true and devoted, I will not want him/ her/ it. There is
just no way of living a "normal" life, seeing all the people, who are going to work
everyday, in jobs that don ́t fullfill them, going home to marriages, that do not
totally fullfill them, doing all sort of things without emozione e passione - not
saying life is a neverending honeymoon - it is not, few knew better, but you feel
everything ́s worth it. for you ́re doing it wholeheartedly. you just wanna put
everything in. and you will feel it, and smell it and taste it. The joy of a sunset, the
cry of a child, the warmth of the sun, the shivers in your body, the longing in your
soul, the pounding of your heart, the salt of your tears running down your
cheeks, the smell of summer flowers, the magic of words and poetry, the wind in
your hair and the meaning of life. Truly dangerous - but truly fullfilling
☀
I already
sense its beauty and the new ways, its bringing. Some might think, it ́s the spring,
bringing forth new life, but it all starts in fall. Sometimes fall will hurt, for you will
see very clearly, what will Need to change, but that ́s already the beginning. Only
within this honesty can the new one begin to grow and to develop. So then spring
only is the manifestation of whats happening much sooner, just as the physical
always is only the Manifestation of truths inside of us. As the outside is only the
mirror of the inside. So, I do hope, that this fall will be holding many nice presents
for you in store, bringing you nearer to your true self, dreams and desires, for
those are the language of our Soul, always looking for completion, always
wanting to be whole ***