Wenn die Hoffnung / When hope
endlich / eventually
stirbt / dies
wirkt Wirklichkeit / truth
illusionslos, nicht mehr ideal, / seems illusionless, not ideal anymore
ganz und gar / not at all
und wir / and we
sind endlich / at last
echt. / are real.
Dann zeigt sich / Then it shows
wer oder was / who or what
wir sind. / we are.
Wer traut sich / Who dares
hinzusehen? / to really have a look?
Wer / Who
läuft nicht mehr / doesn’t run away
vor sich selbst davon? / from themself?
Wer liebt nicht nur / Who doesn’t only love
sein Spiegelbild, / their own reflection
das eine Maske zeigt? / showing not more than a mask?
Wer kann / Who can
wirklich, wirklich / live
mit sich selbst / with themself
in Frieden / in peace
leben? / really, really?
An: Crimson’s Creative Challenge #069 – Don Esperanza’s fall from grace – Hiraethn Esperanza’s fall from grace – Hiraeth 🪷
Das ist wirklich ein Text, der die Tiefe berührt. Danke dafür.
Ich hab da noch einen Lesetipp für Dich, wenn Du magst, sonst löschen: https://www.schorfheidewald.de/zeitzeugen/zeitzeugin/
Danke, Petra, für deinen Kommentar (freut mich wirklich sehr) UND deinen Link. Ich finde die Texte sehr beruhrend, bin noch am Lesen, wollte nur mal kurz Bescheid geben!
Deep thoughts and questions. ✨👍🏻
Thank you, dear Michele 🫶🏻🤗🏜️
My pleasure, thank you. 🤗
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thank you for sharing your inner journey, my friend… your questions all so hauntingly and beautifully seem to whisper memories that remind me of the path so many of us tender souls have travelled through this mystery… you are not alone
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i want to live as ME (Utopian Dreamer)
Who am I and who do I want to be…?
That question always haunted me.
But in this moment I’m letting go
Of everything I think I need to know—
The past, the future, all that’s in between…
Shedding every layer
’til there’s only me.
Who am I and who do I want to be?
*Me.*
I don’t want to be a sinner,
I don’t want to be a saint…
It’s my life, and all I want
Is freedom without restraint.
I’m standing in the center,
Deep inside my heart…
No longing, no desire,
Nothing pulling me apart.
Just me…
Now…
Free…
Now…
Me.
I open up my eyes and feel
The echo of that moment—real.
I smile because I know at last
I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
And every path I walk from here
Leads back home to me.
But clarity fades like a dream at dawn,
A truth I half‑remembered… gone.
Which way now—awareness or experience?
Which path will set me free?
I want to live my life fully,
But I want to live as me.
And the truth that keeps returning
Whispers softly through the breeze:
This is not the world we dreamed of,
Not how it was meant to be…
Once upon a time before time,
When we were free—
You and me.
Love is the answer,
Peace the place to be.
Experience is beautiful
But only if I’m me.
And now again I clearly see—
I’m only me
When I’m dreaming of the world
Where peace on earth can be.
Close your eyes and see
If that path leads you to be
The person deep inside you
Where your soul is truly free…
If it does, you’ll find me waiting—
Take my hand and we can be
As we were before existence,
Back when we were free…
You and me,
Together,
Forever—
You and me.“
https://www.instagram.com/p/DTZwdB2D7QL/
Yes, in the midst of great turmoil, we are both alone and not alone. We endure and comprehend, we accept and aspire, and sometimes we must stand up, but always with love. Sharing dreams is one of several peaceful ways of helping to build a world for future generations. Take care, Bob, I hope you’re well! Thank you so much for your beautiful reflections! And yes, may peace prevail on earth!
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Danke liebe Silvia, dass du das aufgegriffen hast.
Darf ich dich erwähnen? Es ist tatsächlich eine Reaktion…
Ja, darfst du
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