Independent

Dancer in the grey sky

In the beginning,

blue,

a brief tremor,

a moment,

before the fight of light and darkness.

…

For a moment,

monochromatic grayness,

that heavy,

silent uncertainty on the skin

– a windy turn.

…

For a moment,

a windy swirl on the skin

catharsis and clarity in the mind,

while the sky mixes waves and smoke.

…

But the dancer dances,

with open arms,

and calmly make up,

after a fight with fate.

Not surrendering to the storm,

yet becoming its most beautiful part.

…

With open arms,

accepts fate;

to say yes to authenticity

and no to monotonous mass.

…

Enters the celestial cave,

silently observes the space around him,

and purifies himself of external thoughts.

…

Now he stands firm,

alone,

calm,

in his own splendor.

…

An independent wanderer,

floating silently in the earthly end,

without a single thought,

without a single miracle,

without heavy feelings that choke the heart.

…

Just pure,

primal energy,

and observing – while worlds crumble.

…

Independent wanderer,

without thoughts,

without feelings.

Just pure energy,

and observing

a moment

of

infinity.

Only when the mind is silent,

and thoughts become clear like the sky,

we realize that we are both;

our own anchor and sail.

In a single moment of surrender to imagination,

a second expands into infinity,

and a person arises as pure energy.

E.