washed by rain

  i run by the side of a road 

next to a meadow

rain washes my face

brand new

i wonder

how can i serve you

better

if i don't even serve myself

really

what does that even mean

do more, accomplish more

no

in the silence of the nature

i hear the echo of my

own heart

getting washed by the rain

inwardly as i serve myself

by forgiving all the mistakes 

i made today

all the words, thoughts

washed away by my own

act of forgiveness

i hear the nature singing 

a new voice

not even a song

but a broken melody

and it's so beautiful

with it's freedom

to be heard

when b r o k e n

the beauty of a soft whistle

of the grasshopper

brings me to my senses

how can i know you

when i don't even know myself

how can i access something so deep

that fills my soul

if i do not dare to

look myself in the eyes

and say with silence

you're beautiful

just as you are

with those lonely few freckles

and that twisted smile

i am proud of you

i listen to

the birds freedom song

the one they sing after rain

soaring through the sky

proud of you

of you

you

dance with me on the meadow

Welcome to my little blog.

Where I live from the nature.

Share my heart, as the waves wash the sand on the shore.

Open a window to some vivid dreams that live their own lives in the soul.

Walk with me through the deep green forest.

Dance bare foot through the golden meadows, ready to be embraced by the soon starlit skies.

Sit with me on the shore, for a while.

I whisper to your ear what I heard as an echo from one little heart, full of wonder.

Let's sit as the sun sets.

Let us count the stars.

When the wind wraps us into it's cool, soft embrace.

It is healing to be silent.

Sometimes alone.

Sometimes together.

Come here, when you need to be.

Silent, full of questions.

Just come, and we sit.

Side by side, on that meadow.

Filled with nature's silence, soft and warm.

Soft.

Warm.

Embrace.

Home.