ESSENCE NEVER TO BE SEEN

The thorny thicket of reality might not even have to be cut down; let it prick the person where it can, so that the years of sehonna, mishaasana, intrusive do not curse him - but warn him of the call-word of complicated dreams and their meanings. To the melody of smiling echoes the golden heart-chalices have not yet answered; true! What's late, doesn't matter!

Now the past and the present still rest on the naked captivity of summer; as if he carries around the pairs of opposites of birth-death, funeral-wedding. The root system of the Soul bleeds from several wounds at the same time, if there is no one who can serve as medicine as a helping intention; the holy leaven of proof is still ready, although its time is final. The power of mortal fractions of minutes can easily be broken here and there by a fateful tragedy, no matter how much we try to avoid our universally transgressive problems.

Because - believe it or not - a more honest child cries inside you every moment. Like a butterfly in the fields - it would be so good to hold on to the loving words of the Beloved, especially on dubious and tempting winding roads: where else could one go, or even turn, to make the broken-Whole more livable?! It would be better to appreciate the deliberately wilting petals of our desires faithfully while we can; and although the intended action or movement is often unavoidable, it is unnecessary to blame our own driven scarecrows for bad luck. Wounded, pierced hearts - just like Sisyphus souls carrying heavy loads - teach patiently and bear the calculating, tumultuous petty trials for us.

This is how the queen who lives in the beauty industry preserves her petrified wrinkles in the same way as any paying influencer or party-ready celebrity face.