Earth Talk

When I lean out of my window - when I...lean out of...my window, wren and nuthatch whip their tails and strain their shapeless ears. Clouds move swiftly, bulk and gather. When I lean out of my window, when I lean...out...of my window - hairy poison-ivy winks with leaves. Perch and Catfish shine their lidless eyes and the wind touches foliage, moves hair in that slightly different kind of way: most determined...

A summers Saturday night by the Ria do Aveiro lagoon in Portugal, where the golden well of the full moon is watering the water with light and some youngsters nearby are eagerly trying to catch the fishes that I did not at daytime which are laughing and jumping the surface. In moonstruck vivid golden-scale joy... I keep my feet and soul still watching the sparkling stars in the tidal downstream to the ocean and the blinking lights from some hamlet across feeling the fishi

Some mornings, when I feel life resting firmly on my shoulders like a broad pair of paws, dark and confident my heart moves like a freshly hatched golden-eagles chick, shaking its head, staggering, plumage drying in soft cold air. Opening its bold clotty eyes to this world again, peeking over the twig fortress of the lofty eyrie,high upon steep rock-walls towards a motionless horizon down a dwindling abyss. Raising its voice, again, for the first little cry calling for strong

There are times - tide-like and almost time-less, numinous, almost mysteriously symbiotic like now... now... can you sense, what `Now` means? When I feel like I am slowly dying with this World. It feels like Body-Mind-Being resembles how you feel like, Earth: Feverish...bathed in cold and hot sweat uneasy...stirred up and tense around the heart-center, clogged up in the throat...

This is a petition. I have been called a sceptic before. Not easily being tricked by the harmless, the obvious. The many unsuspicious movements happening on the surface. So I cannot just join into the sweetly encouraging. Constantly floridly reminding Vintage-postcard lines that tell you to live your dreams... And this is my petition text: I ask all of you dearly

Permeated, oh so deeply permeated. I am the dust and dirt under your nails, you are the salt in my sweat while I give birth. I am the...

Permeated, oh so deeply permeated. We are the warm smell of sweat and soil. We are the stench of waste and fire of burnt skin, shit and...

This morning early, so silent and slow. So intimately, most gently, your face moved so close. So close to mine, I felt your very...

Yesterday in a moment between clouds, for a time without time, I suddenly sensed, I discovered a hole opening right in the midst of my...

So touched by the beauty of creation, I share my joyful tears with the morning wind and gently melt into this very skin and soil like ice...

Today dear piece of paper. You will see me cracking nuts, in utter concentration, you will see me grinding egg-shells persistently and...

I took a step out. I took a step outside. I took a step away from the crowd, the music ...out into the night 3:30 a.m. and I took a few...

It's late you know. I really have to go to my den. Go visit the dream cabin. Recover. Reshape. Gather. Whatever. But. I have to tell you...