21/12/2024
Daring to share a poem I wrote last year in December („stillness“ - translation below). Never thought of myself as a poet or writer, not „wearing any particular artistic suit or label“. I simply use experiences and inspirations and allow them to express themselves in the creative way that feels right in that moment. Last year in December it happened to be a poem.
We all share an innate creative potential which can express itself in so many ways! What’s your way ? I’d like to take this opportunity and encourage you to express your creative potential in 2025...
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STILLNESS
Stillness.
Drops of loneliness.
Stillness.
Drops of sadness.
Stillness.
Drops of pain,
Also of strength.
Of wanting to know.
Honesty.
Drops of trust.
Drops of mistrust.
All love.
All full.
Stillness.
Drops of eternity,
of brightness and radiance.
Then darkness.
Gloomy corners.
A drop of light!
Thank you, stillness.
Loneliness flying in the stars,
with the stars.
Eternal play of stars.
And yet,
And yet,
So many drops
of vulnerability,
joy,
love, again and again.
Being able to fly,
Like in dreams.
Connectedness.
There is so much power in stillness,
The deepest way to connect.
Perhaps?
And yet,
And yet,
It swirls wildly.
Unprepared, unexpected.
It rages and storms.
Waves of fear,
Of anger,
Disappointment?
It grows calmer.
Calm Stillness.
Still Stillness.
Warm Stillness.
Cold Stillness. Powerlessness.
Boiling blood.
Tears.
Surrender.
A song,
A rhythm,
And life.
Daring.
Oh dare to go out there!
But above all, dare to go inward.
Inside,
The stillness.
And then?
Everything gathers in the ocean of Stillness,
Where it becomes one with it.
A sacred place of receiving,
Of that, which may dissolve.
(by Victoria Janisch)
