Inspiration, thoughts and views. A common uncommon interaction with the commune. A none facial collection of texts among other blades of grass. A walk on the earth with earthly and unearthly experiences. Join me on the journey and share your exeriences with your fellow humanimals.

Journey back to the source

No matter how strong the
torrents are
Induced manipulation
conditioned Riverbanks
shaped for profit

One direction

No matter is as heavy
as the sludge
churned up from the riverbed
hindering sight and orientation
troubled in direction

Muscles weak
to face the masses


Memories awaken
knowledge, relaxation

choosing to turn


Surrender to the flow
turbulence create a vacuum
Effortless but steady
steering back to source

The current is strong
by now aligned to perfection
to the power
pulling back to destiny

Predicted by biology
I followed urge to victory

Movement, reflection
next to me
Observed I’ve been
and followed

I turned and asked:
“Why do you follow me?”

“Trail, you create by living
aiding me to move with ease. If for change you want to
follow me, do so as you please.”

Dance of community
reflection of action


Within the stream
shaped and structured
by man
Lives the fabric from the source

Invisible to most
hidden by its banality
common as a droplet of water

Yet so powerful that
the hottest sun is reflected
on the surface of a silent lake

Slender legs with tiny hairs
stride on surface

Walk on water

The calling to move upstream
echoes in mind

How long until we’re there?
How far is destiny?

Common as a droplet of water

not far, nor close
Unenclosed, unhindered, unlimited

If every drop is from the source
shaped by acquired perception
Surrounded, aligned, connected
to source I am


the origin of all that is

I am there
but going there



From deep in the earth, the pure white bitter sap rises to bring forth a reflection of the sun, bright yellow in appearance and honey sweet in perfume, the flowers attract the busy and persistent bee that transforms the offerings into a sweet reserve for the new generation and by doing so, allows the flower to transform into a moon similar seedhead. The element of wind comes into interaction and lifts off one seed after the other; the pappus looks like an ethereal parachute and its structure is in perfect harmony to the actions of the wind, adapted for longer travels if some larvae nibble on the roots.

Dandelion, a common plant that shows its teeth as a friendly welcome to the conscious traveller. All elements united in its being, it sits deeply anchored in the earth, the hydraulic power of growth can lift heavy stones and other obstacles of civilisation. Perfect adaptation to the environment allows this fellow being to be seen everywhere. It’s not for nothing that the previously called Leontodon seeks out closeness to us humans. Our appreciation is returned to us thousandfold by providing us with food, medicine and indulgence. The closest friends of the ever so common Swine Snout may remember the magic it offers us as children. The pure joy of blowing off the seeds and later the discovery how to use the hollow stem to build long water pipes to play with and also to use it as a flute.

As wisdom grows in us, we see it reflected in the outer world; the exceptional beauty of a dandelion field is food for our soul. Only those who are humble enough will kneel down and are bestowed with the sweetest perfume this being has to offer.

It should be an inspiration to us to also grow strong roots in our endeavours before we try to reach the skies. Let our leaves of knowledge grow and to leave them as nourishment to the ones that comes after us. Not without showing the teeth for both, warding off intrusive fellow humans and as a welcoming smile. Whilst the buds are nowhere near the extravagant beauty of the flower in full bloom, it has already every little detail within. Don’t rush to open the petals but allow building all to perfection before anybody can see it from the outer world. This caper-like package of concentrated self is easily balanced on the growing stem and can reach whatever height is needed for it to fulfil its mission. During the process of growth, the green is blending in with the background, so perfectly that the observer’s attention is drawn elsewhere. Only when the full potential has been reached the natural gift can be shared with the world. The glory is very intense but also very short in time, as its reason is not the attention of the admirer but just a natural step in the pursuit of the progression. When the time is right, the seed of the steady effort is handed over to the wind; in absolute trust that the intelligence behind the wind will lift it to where it needs to be. What is left behind is no longer of importance and will be reabsorbed by mother earth.

Think of this remarkable life when you use the flower buds as capers, when you cut the leaves to make a healthy salad, when you use the flowers to make honey and when you roast the dried roots to prepare a healthy coffee.

Yes or No

Yes or no, good or bad, black or white, it is sad to observe how our society is being polarised into two artificial sides.

A sterile mainstream thought that can be manipulated into public shaming of the other side. Just a few months ago, the other side was the sane part of society, those who lived without fear-induced anxieties, those who knew that the intelligence of nature encompasses all living things and that we couldn't live without our biome.

The same are now dammed, named as covidiots, maskholes and I wouldn't wonder if soon an apparition of signs like triple dots, coloured triangles or superimposed triangles are used to brand mark those of free thought and speech.

By the risk of being put into that group, I refuse to answer a yes-or-no question, as I strongly believe that the world we live in is not black or white and the wide array of the colours of the rainbow cannot be described in binary thought.