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Mounted on Walnut Wood · 45 cm · Stoneware with Underglaze · 24ct Gold
There is someone inside you who has been waiting a very long time. Not waiting to be saved. Not waiting to be explained. Just waiting to be found again... to be sat with,
to be asked gently....
what did you need that you never received?
We usually grow up and leave bits and parts of ourselves behind over the years….. while most of us tried to keep a promise to not loose our spark. and suddenly it seems lost along the way, only if we remember, only if we release enough to feel the love again we may meet this little one in the later years of adulthood .
Hast du vergessen, was ein Lächeln mit den Welten macht.
Was ein aufrichtiger Blick zu den Sternen in Bewegung setzt.
Das Leuchten in deinen Augen soll dir nie vergehen,
denn so kannst endlich deine Wege gehen.
Those parts did not disappear. They are still there. They have been keeping everything safe for you. Everything you were too young to hold and too brave to forget entirely.
This inner child wants your curiosity. It wants you to come back with soft hands..... and be tenderly confronted with questions about love, honesty and trust. To be able to see and feel again. To hold and be held.
This one asks what happens when we stop fleeing inward by going outward, and instead turn back toward the one who was left standing in the hallway of our earliest years, still holding everything we dropped on our way to becoming acceptable.
And yes, there may be tears. Tears of release.
Let them.
Remember what yet a simple smile does to those many worlds.
What an honest gaze into the night sets into motion among the stars.
May the light in your eyes never fade,
for only then can you be on your true way.
A release is the most ordinary thing in the world, hence the most overlooked. When a child cries, the crying is complete. There is no observer standing beside the tears deciding whether they are appropriate. The child does not cry and simultaneously watch itself crying. The act is total. And because it is total, it ends.
And because it ends, there is space.
This is what we have forgotten.
An orgasm is the same movement. Not the performance of it, not the idea of it, but the actual moment of feeling and knowing. There is no controller in that instant. No one deciding to let go. The letting go has already happened before the mind can claim it.
That is why it frightens most…. because for one moment we are not managing ourselves. We are not there. And in that not-being-there, everything is.
Tears are no different. Real tears, the tears that come when something held for decades finally meets air. Those tears do not need a reason. They are the reason. Some of what remains when we stop asking should I feel this and simply feel it.
Both are a dissolution of the one who holds. And what floods into that space is not emptiness
So, be reminded that going inward is the only direction that has ever led anywhere real.
And what waits for you there is not pain.
It is a child who still believes in magic, who still knows how to be astonished, who still loves with the whole body and not just the mind. That child is the bravest part of you. That child is the beginning of everything you are still becoming.
