Drinking too much seacream

There is no one here but me and the sun
and the sun is white and doesn´t care
about personal love
where was I when I was weightless?

Except the children everyone is distaned
when I get to close to me
saying what the tide
is dictating me
standing in the middle of it
my feet  frozen for the sake of being awake
my friend comes to me with the eyes of a stranger
looking right through me

come out of that water now put on your socks
the riddle my girl is you can not be solved
your love is full now come on
get yourself together

Inside of this scream of a landscape
I drank too much cream of the sea
my inside is a landscape
bitten by trillions of incisively teeth

The whale lying on the coast line
thinks the children mean her salvage
they are too weak to push her back

One kicks her
because the other one thinks
she is dead.

A life in a closet on the ocean

In the silence of no-thought - The sound of the sea

1.
I live in a closet, just because I like the smell of the wood. Closets always remind me of the ocean. I don´t know why, but somehow a human-body in a closet drifting somewhere on the ocean is familiar to me. To my humble opinion a human-being in a closet is just as natural as an auster in a shell.
It may sound a little bit more edgy, a little less organic but don´t forget that wood is something alive. It´s like being inside of a tree in the water and guess what´s beneath the water? It´s motherf*cking earth. And what´s under this earth? Maybe it´s not yet fire but somewhere it must get bloody hot in there, like a a club where the hottest materials go naked and dance extatic. In a closet in the ocean you are pretty close to it all. And above there are the stars.
Think about it, everything that is giving light comes out of something dark.
So when I come out of the closet on the dark ocean in the black night and lay myself on it I´m giving light. Something will find it´s way to me, that´s for sure. I feel so much love over there, thinking about the word ´ressonation´. Maybe a dolphin will lay itself on my body, blessing me with inspiration for a lifetime, and than think again what could be resonating more with this than happiness. The creature finding you in a closet in the ocean is your true soulmate that you missed for ages.
Besides you don´t have to do any meditation-courses anymore. Just lock yourself up and feel free in the smell of the wood. It can even talk! Hello, it says, I congratulate you, every day is your birthday.

*words by lauri*

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Ocean in love - watercolour and acryl on canvas

La Mar Enfortuna - watercolour and acryl on canvas

Here you see two of my works where the ocean, our great mother is strongly present.

The element water stands for emotion and is connected with the second chakra, through where we experience  our sensual being and creative expression. Making these works helped me to actually visualize a rich and satisfying second-chakra-experience. The woman, the expression of self in these paintings is one with the element water. In Ocean in love she holds a heart on her belly and throws a bottle with her wish into the water. She gives the ocean her trust and surrenders with a good feeling to whatever may come. For sure her wish is heared and she feels like how she will feel in the moment her wish will be fulfilled!

In La Mar Enfortuna a river overflows the trees and houses. On the other side of the river there is fire..The woman becomes a mermaid so she can dive and go with the flow. And even in this darkness, she is focussing on the treasure. Where she is, she beieves in it an finds it, in the mouth of something dark.

I can not express how great my love is for the ocean. Her sound, her smell, her breathtaking looks, how sunlight, wind and clouds play with her, how she comes and goes, feeds and kills. It took me a moment before I could write the word kill, because I know she took innocent lifes. But it´s the cycle of life fascinating me. Death means empty space and nature is so endlessly creative, where she is hurt she somehow seems to kiss herself.. Where she hurts others, human-beings can learn to heal and trust in the neverending loving life-force.

Poem for my soulsister(s)

Sis,  it´s me whispering everything we know already 

but we need us to remember to repeat and  repeat

the holiness burns in everything we do, feel, think, 

we eat the fruit life considered, still wild

brave with  childlike charm

hearing ourself think ´Wasn´t I here before?’

that’s Alice’s necklace we are wearing

And we stand up in a circle
and we walk to the tide
where we chant, sing, write
there goes Alices necklace
nothings in pearlshape
hail, hail into the waves 
we wave

And the words are for the water
and the pearls are for the father
and we want to lean on the wind
we want the wind to answer
we want the wind to be a man
we want him to  see that we bloom in the water  
lotuses

And when we scream
when the fear rises up from the  mud
it’s a painting of our bodies
we’re offering for formless L O V E

Little nothings in  pearlshape in our belly
they are taking us over
we don’t  resist
because it’s ment like this

It’s us
it’s me in me in me
the  sea makes us feel so empty
in a good way

The whispering comes softer and slower
with the tide calming
I wish us a goodnight