last evening in Marrakech

Temenos

e-motions can be stray dogs

on the road, hungry,

wild and out of the pack.

desire has wings,

it carries you everywhere,

it is there,

can never never be filled.

longing,

this can find peace.

it can.

loving

finds peace in itself.

it has no condition.

desire does not

find peace,

it fills all.

but cut one wing,

you will fall.

longing

is being

homesick.

there should be

a temenos

where hungry dogs

can be tamed

and fed

there should be orchards

and the song of birds.

a holy garden

in which the spring

of peace can be found.

but each garden

has to be built

in patience.

and should be

built and shared

together.

in new silence.

so we can listen

and hear the birds,

the spring,

smell the flowers,

breathe

and sleep

temenos: A sacred circle where one can be oneself without fear.

now i will sleep

 last thoughts this night:

i have had  and have executed enough de-construction and de-struction in all parts of life and thought.

what about some courage for con-struction.

even if to re-con-struct, is it bad?

all sandcastles will be taken down by the wind and washed away by the sea.

why do children keep on building them?

because the process is fun.

good night

very definitely i do misunderstand words, language, sentences.

it made me act last night like a drowning man, pushing all away in panic.

i hope the damage is not too bad but i fear it is.

i fear for both of us: even more not for me now.

i would so much like to be more gentle and kind.

there is only one person in the way:me.