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The Seer

She was a mystical woman, seated in a fantastical circus tent, dressed as I imagined a gypsy would. Even before we met, I felt a deep respect for her, sensing that something intense awaited me in that tent.

I was about five years old, living in the countryside, and my father often took me to the city. One day, while we were strolling through the Wiener Prater, my heart began to race at the sight of a bright object at the end of the path. It was unlike anything I had seen before. As I approached, a stern yet intelligent-looking woman, with the presence of a teacher or scientist, emerged from the slit that served as the tent's entrance. I asked her what she was doing, and she swiftly replied that she was a fortune-teller.

She exchanged a few words with my father, but the conversation quickly dwindled, as if it required too much effort to continue. She asked for a small fee for her services, but my father wasn't interested. Instead, he handed me the money and told me to do as I wished.

After entering the tent with the woman, she closed the slit and took her seat at the table in the center. I hesitated, standing rather than sitting, and ignored her invitation to take a seat. It felt that it might all have been a dream and so I stared at the ceiling and started to do a breathing exercise in an attempt to wake myself up. I had to accept that it was real and only when I felt completely felt secure did I take a seat . It might have seemed odd, as I had to pause a few times to reassure her. Eventually I had to stop because it seemed too overwhelming for her. Now fixating me, ensuring everything was alright, she began to gaze as though beyond the confines of space, and as she spoke, I was drawn into a deep blue sea of visions...

The Living Creatures

Spirits do live among us
Some are fierce
Some are cute yet always on their guard
They are the guardians of knowledge
In the garden of secrets
Guides and helpers to the pure of heart
Petite or immense keeping allegiance
To god, the source of all
With the heavenly choir, dancers, musicians
Join in to the call

Way-marker

A milestone on the path of my life

The Journey Through the Light

Mastering every obstacle
Approaching with humility
The never ending stream
The creator and the life
Love and pure light
Dissolving into unity
Assembling into myriads
Passing through eternity
Leaving none behind

The Eye

Also I wish I was there
Longing for your supple hair
Kissing softly talking hardly
Gently pulling you toward me
Calling you my butterfly
Looking deep into your eye
I don't dare to disagree
You have kidnapped me maybe

Lying by your side at night
Heavy breath and candle light
There is silence there is sound
Floating on the ocean ground
Milky landscape falling rising
Mesmerizing hypnotizing
Absolutely magnetizing
Bodies nestle seamlessly
You have kidnapped me maybe

I'll be happy to see you
Yes me too, yes me too
Strong black coffee s'il te plaît
I know you don't drink Kaffee
Don't forget about the cookies
That is something that I too miss
Aroma mingling with your green tea
You have kidnapped me maybe

Only for you I would stay
Becoming more true every day
Gladly melting away with you
White gold leaf and diamond dew
Creating a new unity
Forever bonding you and me
In everlasting harmony

Genesis

The Siren

A single touch of the siren's lips, causes stars to swerve
Kings have rushed with battleships, offering to serve
O princess of the abyss, wake up from your sleep
Abandon your chrysalis, o daughter of Ebeep

With a nimble nudge she sways her hips, both left and right at once
Perfect like no other girl's, her fertile bouncing buns
Reaching with her fingertips to the ends of our world
The siren's song sounds for those ones that understand the birds
With every glimpse I catch another feature of her figure
Delicately taking form like mist wafts on a river

Hidden in rose-scent hot-spring vapor, locked in place between her thighs
Tasting the exotic flavor, set alight her dreamy eyes
Giving off a lustful sigh, she rolls them back in her head
Searching for a higher measure, steadily applying pressure, her cheeks becoming cherry red
She moans with pleasure, being swung open like a curtain of finest silk
Devoted to my heart's desire, her fountain wells the sweetest milk

Slipped into the hazy air some aromatic peach-liqueur
Play with me truth or dare in a field of lavender
Pity me, should I forget, your unfading, enchanting voice
Throw out your magic net and lure in your favorite boys
Your gasp makes ripples in the water, filling up the void
Your groaning is a mourning dove's take off melody
Intensive treatment for my love, I could never get enough
Reality or fantasy, the veil is closed in front of me