achtsam 

im fortlaufenden                                                                                                                                                                sommer                                                                                                                                                                         unbefangen einfach                                                                                                                                                                 nur atmen                                                                                                                                                                              hinter kleinen nebeln                                                                                                                                                             am grünen tisch                                                                                                                                                                      zwischen end                                                                                                                                                                           losem filz &                                                                                                                                                            verschludertem leben                                                                                                                                                         lege ich mir die kleinen                                                                                                                                                       steine                                                                                                                                                                                          aus dem weg                                                                                                                                                                          wo ich doch so gerne raus                                                                                                                                             wachsen würde                                                                                                                                                                         aus mir                                                                                                                                                                                   aus meiner haut                                                                                                                                                                      und überhaupt                                                                                                                                                                          weiter                                                                                                                                                                                  immer weiter                                                                                                                                                                        über knüppelpfade                                                                                                                                                                mit jedem                                                                                                                                                                          augenkuss                                                                                                                                                                                bis es ganz still ist                                                                                                                                                               dort, wo meine seele                                                                                                                                                           sich                                                                                                                                                                                           zur ruhe krümmt 

sein dürfen-

 

 

 

 

wortART                                                                                                                                                seele -aufgeklappt-