You are the one and only
You knock on my
You knock on my door,
You fill the air with oxygen,
—DAS—
It moves me
It moves me
It is full of power,
It absorbs,
It heals and destroys,
It soothes and relaxes,
It is wet and elusive,
You cannot hold it,
It holds you,
It is supportive and formless,
It carries messages,
It carries you and me,
It is transparent and soluble,
It mirrors you,
Though it does not judge,
Don’t get attached to the image,
It changes,
It can take any form,
Don’t be fooled by it,
It comes and goes,
Leaves you empty behind in the end,
Ends up owning you,
Prisoner of your mind,
So, let it go,
Be flexible,
Go with the flow,
Don’t resist it,
Get in touch with it,
Get one with it,
It transforms,
It freezes, melts and evaporates,
You transform,
Allow its powers,
Let it be,
Let it take away your sorrows,
Let it take away your pain,
Let it shape you over and over,
Let it shape your world,
Let it become a new version of yourself.
Let it always be the Self!
-DAS-
Powerstruggels
You are needy,
You want to feel better,
It is never enough,
You overindulg yourself,
You always want more,
You cannot receive,
You only can take,
It is the most precious thing in your life,
You would do everything for it,
You would die for it,
You are so caught up in the moment,
Your needs are more important than the needs of others,
You cannot be there for anything else that matters,
You have a strong connection with it,
You two are inseparable,
You are one with it,
It is seducing you,
It promises you everything you want,
It is taking you over,
It is controlling you,
It is dictating you,
It is consuming you,
It is excluding you from your Self,
You are giving away your power,
You have no willpower of your own anymore,
Who will win in the end?
You are not yourself,
You are something else,
You react different,
You are arrogant,
You think you are God,
But are you???
-DAS-
The joy of reciprocity
Integration
For the first time I am realizing that I do not need you,
To be happy,
To love myself ,
To be complete,
The main thing I was seeking,
My long foregone,
Buried feelings,
The hidden treasure inside of me,
Not aware of its existence,
Until I have met You,
I was searching it in You,
I was projecting it onto You,
You mirrored them back again,
In a way,
I could recognise,
What was once lost,
To be found again,
To be relinquished,
When rediscovered,
In touch with it,
Ready to let go,
I felt one again,
I was healed in the end,
So forgive me my dear,
It was never you,
But me, myself and I
-DAS-