Jeder Sturm
geht auch mal vorbei
Halte durch
du bist nicht allein
Halte aus
verliere nicht den Mut
Eines Tags
ist es wieder gut
Eines Tags
ist es wieder gut
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| Das Eis wird schmelzen |
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| Schönheit ist überall |
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| Heiliges Licht, leuchte durch mich |
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| Frieden |
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Jeder Sturm geht auch mal vorbei
This world
This world is far more magical than we may think.
Way more beautiful and wise.
Love flows through it from endless source.
We are brighter and wholer than we may know.
Our wildest dreams may have always been real, just waiting for us to remember.
Rain down on me
Rain
Wash me clean
Come to me
Rain down on me
Wash me clean
Rain
Come rain down on me
Come wash me clean
Come on now
Rain on me
Rain down on me
Come on now
Wash me clean
Rain down on me
Rain
See the beauty of the flowers. Remember that the same beauty is in you. Let the rain nourish you as it nourishes the flowers, the trees, the land, the animals, rivers and oceans. Let the rain wash everything off you that you don´t need any more.
Feel
Harmony
Fragility
Open to surprises
Gifts of winter
Where I live, in wintertime many days are grey and dark. No snow, no sunshine, no wind - only stillness.
It feels like the land is dreaming, like an invitation to surrender and dream with the land. To dive into the fog in the woods, walking between the realms of this world and another, experiencing the gift of darkness.
Imagine the shift of energy happening after a long period of hibernation, suddenly finding yourself in a sunny and snowy winter fairytale. It´s hard to believe this can be true, it´s like another world - actually a piece of paradise. This is the gift of the light.
Breathing in the cool air, purifying and invigorating. Sparkling snow in the bright winter sun, on every branch, every tree. Light in abundance, a celebration of life.
Fly away
Winter magic
Enjoying the snow
Bright winter light
Let´s go for a walk
wild one
Who would have thought....
...that these plain cool waters...
...started to run run run run...
...started to run run run run...
Who would have thought...
...that this quiet spirit...
...was a wild one one one one...
...was a wild one one one one...
Don´t you dare...
...to question her beauty...
...ever again, never again...
....ever again, never again...
Wassertropfen
Wiese nach dem Regen. In der nassen Wiese gehen - die Feuchtigkeit dringt durch die Schuhe bis auf die Haut - Schuhe ausziehen, barfuß gehen, geniessen.....
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