I wrote this piece early this morning, directly as a facebook status. Woke up 04:44, wide awake, wanting to write. I may edit a bit more later. Not sure whether the title is final either. But. Probably is.
It´s got a peculiar rhtythm to it. I will play with voicing it, record it and find the right rhythmic flow for it.
Here u go, written version round one:
When I wake from a dream with a happy urge to write.
To join in the silence to hear the inner light.
Whispers of quiet, foggy measures slowly turning into sight.
These are moments when I more than most feel vividly alive.
Words they carry meanings to and fro.
Clumsily yet quietly efficient also.
Between our heads, and at its best, between our hearts.
Passion is the fashion, open truely to your beat to find a start.
Humourous interventions are a must.
Digestion is such ease when dish induces appetite or lust.
Why so serious these few short years you’re here?
Replace the fear with care and have a good time with
the ones who dare.
Laugh and play, make jokes, and sing and dance!
Feel- good-factors that give u the perfect chance,
to be uplifted, elevated, glad.
Expressing oneself freely, makes a lot of stuff seem not so bad.
Sensitive to depth and width of sensory impressions,
vulnerable is strength, becomes the underwhelming lesson.
Protect oneself, withdraw and charge again,
refuse to live like told by shallow, hasting, angry little men.
Bottomline is coming up here now:
Please do move the focus in your life from what to how.
The way u do the things u do, the way you are.
Is what shines your dust, my darling being, be aware that u are made from star.
So rest, relax, enjoy and visualize.
Allow your belly laugh and sobbing cries.
Grab life with both your hands and hold on tight.
Reflection gives correction, on you flow, ever so feather light.