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Between Valencia (Spain) and Frankfurt am Main (Germany), March 2018 Sitting in a plane high in the air, blue skies above, cotton-like white below. Peace and quiet in my mind: everything is all right, everything is easy. Feeling like going home as I leave behind being lost, adrift after the rug so cruelly got pulled away from under my feet. In the air, feet flailing wildly, looking again forward to touching the ground, to being stable and confident on the path of life… wherever it is, wherever it leads.

Lakeshrine, Pacific Pallisades, California, January 2018 Vital water        happy, sparkling,        pure, transparent. Essential spirit        simple, invigorating,        welcoming, fresh. Moving water        springing, flowing,        twirling, falling. Rebel water        rising, elevating,        dropping to irrigate the world. Vibrant water        reuniting, unifying        what should have never been apart. Crystalline water        a mirror of feelings,        an omen of peace        after the tumultuous fight        for the essential search.

Albolafia (Waterwheel) and Roman Bridge in Córdoba (Spain), April 2014 Just like in the beginning. Damned eternal return, paralyzing the flow of feelings to speed up the flow of reason. A return that takes me away from the path my soul chose. That, just like that, blocks me, pushes me aside, segregates me. Why this exam over and over again? Why this repeated sadness of knowing where I can be but being unable to act though? Dead in my tracks, inane. Why show me paradise, if I am not allowed to get in? Why let me have a look, if I won’t be allowed to stay? So that you are aware of the awaiting reward. Keep your patience, don’t let anything derail you, don’t miss a thing. Everything makes sense, everything on its own time. Everything is like it should be, when it should be, where it should be. And you shall go on, even ignoring how and when and where because you know, you are certain with whom.