The prolific creation of life is what we are made of…*
love-life*
Tag Archives: Leben
Fluffing one’s lines
As I took a shower I got some thoughts I didn’t wont to forget.
But I forgot.
Like the dream I wanted to remember, slipped away to the place where it came from.
fusion
“Catch the fluff before you are caught by an anonymous voice you didn’t call.”
Life continuously speaks to me – and I listen.
In that moment I never fluff one’s lines…
Gratitude and Abjection
Usually we take our life for granted.
It is like this because our daily life appears as an ordinary something. Most of us get tired to see them life like: today is the same as it has been yesterday and tomorrow life will be like today. And after many years they realize that they became old, without knowing that our life is a short visit on this beautiful planet earth and a great gift, a godsend.
I look the wonder of the power wich makes our heart beating and which gives us our breath for decades. In abjection and with pure gratitude I realize that life creates us at the moment, at present, when I wake up…
The one who realize that life renews life instantly knows that now always is the youngest…*
L E B E N S F R E U D E
Liebe ist das Leben
Wir müssen gar nicht etwas oder jemanden lieben, um zu lieben. Liebe ist das Geschenk des Lebens. Wer das Leben liebt der lebt in unbedingter Liebe.
Wir wissen, das Leben, so wie es wirklich ist, bedarf unserer Interpretationen, der Meinungen oder unserer Vorlieben nicht. Es ist ganz einfach…
Lebenssinn…
Welch einen Sinn sollte das Leben schon machen? Das Leben lebt nicht, um einen Sinn zu machen…
“Das Leben i s t Sinn an sich!”
Nur in der Unmittelbarkeit offenbart sich der Sinn.
Wer das erlebt überwindet die große Schlucht zwischen Innen und Aussen, zwischen Ich und Nicht-Ich.
Ich bin sowohl ordentlich als auch außerordentlich*^*
life is sense by itself ... * 