From the Deep, a Tenderness [Tiefenruf]

Mounted on Larch Wood · 25 cm · Porcelain · Crystal Glaze · 24ct Gold

Before we were born, we knew the language of water.

Spirits and Beings are in every river, every spring, every tide. Water is presence. It is memory. It is one of the places where the boundary between worlds grows thin enough to cross. 

Beings of pure feeling, without an immortal soul, who could only gain one through love.

This one reminds us that the boundaries between worlds are more permeable than we believe. That the feminine and the mysterious deserve not fear but reverence. That nature carries consciousness. That the deepest truth is not found through seeking but through listening — the way water listens to the shape of everything it touches and becomes the answer.

Tiefenruf is that love. A love so old it was there before language, before forgetting, before the soul drank from the river and lost its way. A whisper from the deep, that aims to rise from beneath the surface of everything you think you know and reminds you of everything you have felt but never spoken of.

Selbst wenn du noch nicht glauben willst
die verborgenen Welten sind immer da;
Du fließt mit uns, in uns ein 
und durch dich wird plötzlich klar,
was Schönheit ist.

You do not need to go anywhere to find it. You only need to stop moving long enough to hear what has been waiting beneath the surface of your life all along. It does not require understanding. It requires only willingness — the willingness to sit with what you feel before you name it, to let the water inside you be still, to trust that what rises from that stillness is not darkness but the oldest, most tender part of who you are.

Even if you will not yet believe
all that is hidden, is but really here.
You flow with us, into us,
and suddenly,
through you,
beauty has revealed itself

Sometimes answers are found through reaching down instead of letting go. 

To live with this piece is to live with a reminder that you once knew the language of water. That you still do. That beneath the noise and the forgetting, something in you will always listen.