The 13th Fairy.

“Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional” – Byron Katie. As well as Buddha.   She knocked. I looked through the eyehole. Yes, it´s her. Looking down at her patent leather shoes, straightening folds on a once designer but now out-dated trouser suit from another century, surely taken off from an emancipated feminist or a HollywoodContinue reading “The 13th Fairy.”

A Bloodless Hunt – The Cosmic Traveler´s search for A Name. Part III.

Part 3. Named and Nameless. I still don´t know my name. I am quite glad that my memory tells me at least something with certainty – our name is not who we are. Neither the first name, nor the middle name, nor the pen name, nor the nickname, nor the surname, not even the “Osho”Continue reading “A Bloodless Hunt – The Cosmic Traveler´s search for A Name. Part III.”

Why, oh why

Why, oh why… Your eyes, your ears, your hair, your hands. Alive, breathing, moving in stillness. You created. You weaved. You cried. You laughed. You painted the Starry Night. Your ginger hair was sticky with blood. Madness of the world. Love for your brother, longing to have a cup of tea with him. Love forContinue reading “Why, oh why”