Soul Talk: A hymn to nature

“A hymn to nature” this is how the artist Floortje Louise named one of her photography projects. We all are constantly going through changes in life.. And thats exactly what she tells about. She tells about the life cycle, the infinity and the spiritual meaning of the seasons. Poetic, tender and peaceful, that’s what we…

COLLAB: Soulful Fluid Art

There are many ways to express yourself. Some do it through words, others through art, dance, movement or music … So many ways to speak, so many ways to be heard or seen. All poetry, in our opinion. Do you have any idea what intuition, yoga and art have in common? Today we find out!

Drunk Sailor

Maybe the boat of a drunk sailor still finds homeLeaning over but never fallingSalty crust in his hair and day dreaming under the moon

Fiction: Entzug

Trüb meine Tage, nebelig mein Verstand. Verdunstet mein Ich. Verschmolzen zu Dir.  Wir zwei – eins gemeinsam: Unsere Leere.Ich kannte keinen Atem, denn es war deiner.Keine Bewegung, denn du liefst.Jedes deiner Worte durchdrungen in meinen Körper. Jede Betäubung verwachsen in meine Haut.

Fiction: Withdrawal

Cloud my day, fog my mind. Evaporating myself. Melt into you.We two – one thing in common: Our emptiness.I knew no breath, since it was yours.No movement, since you ran.Each of your words soaked in my body. Every anaesthetic grew into my skin.

Fiction: Spring of life – Chapter I

I traded seagulls for ravens. On my backpack I had three days worth of clothes, and a toothbrush. On my heart I had a lifetime worth of dreams. I waited too long for this, and I wonder why… I don’t want to think that I was too long trapped in my fears, in my anxiety,…

Thoughts: Verschütteter Wein

Wie viele meiner Gedanken sind nur verschütteter Wein? Versprechungen für eine leere Zukunft, die nur zu Flecken wurden. Sie werden immer da sein, um mich daran zu erinnern, wer ich war und welches Leben ich damals angestrebt habe. Sie kommen aus einer Zeit, in der ich immer daran dachte, wie viel ich bereits erreicht hatte….

Thoughts: I’m naive and I’m fine with it.

I’m naive. Very much. I didn’t notice that before, because I could blame it on my age. There it was still justified. Childlike carelessness. “Yes well, she’s still 17, she’s still learning that,” they said at the time. Meanwhile I’m 27 and it hasn’t got any better. Their head shaking. Always the same. And then…

Thoughts: Ich bin naiv und das ist gut so

“Bei dem Wort Liebe fangen meine Augen an zu glühen.” Ich bin naiv. Sogar sehr. Früher ist das nicht so aufgefallen, da konnte ich das noch auf mein Alter schieben. Da war es noch gerechtfertigt. Kindlicher Leichtsinn halt. „Ja gut, sie ist ja noch 17, sie lernt das schon noch“, haben sie damals gesagt. Mittlerweile…

Thoughts: The Big Drop

There I was. Hoping and hopping. Eager to get something I don’t want. Apply. Put on your mask and smile. Study your cliché list, memorize it, some jokes maybe? No, too much. Who has time to laugh? Put your head down and let them absorb you. Feel the anxiety mixed with a monochord vomiting of…