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--ad. 23:20 09 03 2009
Heimat hatte ich gefunden, und etabliert, den Konflikt lieben gelernt, und nun frei und offen für die Reise, und Streben (?).
The friend, whom all of my other friends put their trust in, that I may be accompanied well, the last person standing with me, the last to leave, the last to rejoin the others, when they could finally let me go, when I reached my star, when I fulfilled my pattern, my dreams, my life, Hadad; and reached my arcadia.
This journey may only be travelled, by deep trust in your fellows, in the certainty of my goal, of Hadad, of Arcadia, the fulfilment of my wishes, uncertainty and dreams.
This trust is the certainty that, all your friends are a part of your journey, were and will always be, they are imprinted in the pattern, in the vision, their voices are on the wind, on Hadad, even when you long forgot about them.
They are the certainty on the journey, and a part of the pattern which leads to absolute certainty, to the absolute trust, Hadad, your personal arcadia, they are a part of this arcadia itself. Worlds within worlds, it's full of stars...
They are a not delete able part of your pattern, your journey.
They enriched, with your shared SLOT, project, adventure, journey, time; the whole. They are the other part, the link, the never missing link, even when forgotten. They are "the others", the goal and certainty in unity, but on the way you may trust in the, their, your pattern; diversity, finally reaching certainty and unity by leaving all other then Hadad, the final stage, the final difference will be left, the final distillation! Leaving the final hand, without regret, in full trust, that it is good, ... ready to die, ready to let go, ready to finally merge, leaving "them", and become "it", Hadad, leaving the you, the final difference, freely!
Just always
trust
thus that they will have a save haven, an open door, a part from them for and with you
but most importantly
never expect anything from them
(neither from yourself)
just be confident combined with trust
in your journeys fellows
the fulfilment of your visions and worlds
in
the pattern
Hadad
death
!!!
Als Überarbeitete, wertfreiere Versionen, der Kurzgeschichte (re-thought version of:) "Mar-Hadad" & "Heute möchte ich euch in die Tiefen meiner Liebe f...", von meinem Shortstories-Blog, vom 30.06.08 & 24.11.07
First Enriched journey report
- for a deeper, and more interessting world, where you may see this new world of your journey, with the eyes of uncertainty, which creats culture and mythology and thus deepnes -
"Switzerland"
With the mist I began my journey,
left behind my crying love.
Only the towers of the churches
reached out of the thigh fog.
And thus the train appeared out of a misty nowhere,
and
like that I disappeared
and with it,
as I shall conclude a year afterwards,
my perspective on and my life itself shall as well.
A new dawn
A dawn of cultural enriched everyday.
Imagination Enchantment
I was guarded by the giants of the Alps,
they lined my track.
They were my fellows
who helped to get rid of much of my
luggage and backpack which I carry with me all the time.
Thus I entered the west,
unknown to me.
A world I should be familiar,
but then was so
hard to understand.
But soon, I would find myself at home
like a baby in the arms of its mother.
But I was nothing more than in the hands of
a caring and loving distant part of my family.
The alien feeling disappeared with a warm hug,
a familiar hug
a loving hug.
As the hug of my aunt for my small cousin,
who was a young and new protégé of the spirits of this well kept world, of alpine idyll.
Again the mountains called for me,
their guiding voice attracted us.
But this time I would hug them,
climb and crawl on them
like their child,
which would
enjoy, like on its parent’s tummy, its security.
But finally I had to leave,
leave my family
leave the mountains.
And walk in the mids of the flashing lights of the metropolis.
One may not look closely,
merely consuming its journey and surroundings
its "sights"
But If you would look around you
you may find all the richness of everyday life in a vibrant city
Around each corner, a mysterious character would be lurking
always keeping up with ever new, small adventures.
But even the lifeless, may enchant and kidnap you
because only for the first sight, they may seem dead
But books, and creatures on the walls may come to life,
and tell you stories and tales of
dangerous creatures and heroic stories,
of romantic tales and fascinating explorations.
Creatures who may show you the world of the past.
A past you would not understand,
but even more, would not be able to grasp,
your feeling must grasp their past, and the spirits and creatures of the walls of these cities may lead you
One more celebration, one more dance I celebrated this world
this culture
my enchanted journey fellows.
The lights among many,
but those who show the path
the spirits, the guidance, the fellows
the omnipresent small wonders
which you may take
and decide to use
in the way you decided, that your path should look like.
Do not fear the path,
you will see the signs you are looking for
the sings you are in desperate need
the sings you create
and decide on
Decide
It's full of possibilities
it may not be without reason, why you see these sings, and not others.
And thus I followed you, unaware of your guidance, becuase I could not see the endings of the certainty of this world!
Journey on!
Reach out, inspire and let go!
Enriched
till certainty
with
a
deep
culture
!
Hadad
"Adiemus - Devdas"