Spiritual connection in times of crisis (4)

What we need most in times of crisis is the connection to our own hearts. Here the full wealth of the universe is ever-present. Everything we can experience as human beings, like love, joy and peace springs up from this source. Every bit of positivity we can send out into the world is born here.

Spiritual connection in times of crisis (3)

If we want to connect, we have to learn to live in our hearts again. We have forgotten how to feel deeply. We have been conditioned to live outside of ourselves and we confuse the anxiety that this causes with real feelings. Our feelings are reactions, “emotions”, which are endlessly driven by a deluge of

Spiritual connection in times of crisis (2)

Why is it that so many people get a lump in their throat looking at the star-studded sky from their bedroom window? Because – in those rare moments – they encounter the infinity of their own being. Because they instinctively feel that that same cosmos, rising before their eyes like a pearl-studded dragon, continues inside

Spiritual connection in times of crisis (1)

In a time when social distancing is elevated to an art form, a reflection on the theme of connection does not seem like an unnecessary luxury. What does being connected mean, and how can we live connectedly despite all the social distancing rules? The first and most important thing to realize – and at the

The revolution of life

We need a revolution of life. We need a revolution of love. Against any restrictive measure, we need to set a conscious act of creation. For every mandatory face mask, we need a golden smile and two flame-throwing eyes. Opposite every wall of ordinance we need a shrub, a rose bush with blood-red petals, propagating

I will choose Love

I will choose love, I will choose connection, and I will choose hope. It’s a matter of losing hope or not. Faith is a choice, a deed one has to perform every day, and maybe – our major task in life. Downward forces are strong, but we WILL rise.  There’s always choice, there’s always an

Be Rock and Dragon and Lightning Bolt

Feel the flame in your gut. Feel that which yearns for life. Let your passion bird sing. Say yes. Not once, but a thousand times. Let the fire consume all your fears, let your frightening dreams burn to ashes. See your true face in the blaze. Stop worshiping ashes, stop the illusions of a sleeping

Welcome to the new world

Come home. The window is open. Spring flowers have broken through the tiles on the kitchen floor. The lawn stretches its green arms towards the morning, which smiles at the world like a frail bride. Outside, flower beds lie in the spring sun like lush bodies, while the thrushes’ song brings new courage into the

There is a hand that moves

There is a hand that moves. She feels other hands around her, she feels the connective energy, she feels it and she expresses it. Her fingers move and extend to the others, and at that moment sunbeams are activated, orbits of light go from one heart to the other. There is a force that moves

It is ME (it’s here, it’s there)

It’s here, it’s there. It’s entirely discernible. It’s in the pink legs of the pigeon at dawn. The pigeon stares at you and coos: it’s ME. It’s in the pink streaks in the morning sky, it’s the thin ray of light on the rose leaf that grows hidden against the shed, and stammers: it’s ME.