
Haiku 2 she free from stories walks santiago's camino dreaming cute lil' life
This is my take on a quote by Marianne Williamson “Let go of your story so the Universe can write a new one for you.”
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Haiku 2 she free from stories walks santiago's camino dreaming cute lil' life
This is my take on a quote by Marianne Williamson “Let go of your story so the Universe can write a new one for you.”
da da dream da da da dream da da da dream da aha hrim hum aha hrim hum om hum lam lam hrim ram lam lam hrim ram lam lam hrim ram Shante Prashante Sarva Bhaya Upasha Mani Swaha Aham Prema
The repetition song by Max Ablitzer was the prompt for a six-minute writing practice with eva. The first 9 lines are what I heard at first listening. Huntingly beautiful. And it reminded me of a Sanskrit mantra. I finished with two of them. The first invokes supreme peace and I offer the quality of fear to its source in the higher and formless universal mind, finishing with salutations. The second chants divine love. Both are sung here by Deva Premal, who, like I, was born in Germany.


Sandmännchen says hello,
Open your eyes wide, then you will see me arriving in a red Trabant cabriolet. Yes, right here. I am parking my car next to the playground. The children see me and wave. Together we go into the tall apartment building, because their mother is calling. It is almost bedtime. Now listen to the song the children are singing.
There is still time for a bedtime cartoon story. Mother has opened the cabinet doors in front of the TV screen:
On a little pond, in a little boat sits Erwin, the angler. He has still got his work boots on, when he throws the fishing line in the water and grabs his sandwich for supper and waits. Little Fred is the first one to swim up to look at the hook. He is the cheekiest of the fish in the pond. They all know Erwin comes here every evening, and they all like him, because he has never caught a fish. And they like to give him something to do. Erwin is eating his sandwich. He can hear the fish, little bubbles come up from their laughter. Did the swimmer move? Erwin tucks and tucks the line again and begins to dream of the biggest fish ever. He pulls harder, stands up, and pulls with his whole body. Plop. He begins to roll in the line. This is so heavy. The biggest fish ever. He pulls the hook out of the pond. And there is …. …. …. an old bicycle.
Erwin cycles home and goes to bed. He smiles. Ach, these fish … I will surely catch one tomorrow.
Now, it is time. Close your eyes, or leave them open. I am spreading my sleepy sand in everybody’s eyes. You can wash it out in the morning.
