Splendid Solitude

         Made of love
we try to spread it
like wings
                 wings to small
to stand the wind

and we fall
                  fall
and fall

in each others arms
                    trying not to harm
the sacred feelings we share

the longing for joy and security
             the scariness for death
so take my hand in simple kindness
                          to not loose our
 splendid solitude





We all share some suffering; feelings of loneliness and unsatisfactory,  but without those feelings no joy and feelings of sameness either . The beggar on the street, the sick man in the hospital but also the comedian on the TV-screen, the clown in the circus - they all are quite like we.
Some of then have deep wounds and behave in strange ways- you cannot help them all - but you can honor them if you meet them... not behave as they not exist.
In some way you and they are they the same,  you share the same oxygen, the same longing for happiness and security.
May you be happy too....






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