Seeing into the Springtime forest

How not to leave before departure? Perhaps that sounds a bit odd, come on, you’ve had your time to grow up...and accept that departure is departure. Even when you are going to return some time later. Now, no need for quasi philosophical explanations. And the meaning of paradox...The planning has been done, preparations made, and off you will go, leaving your beloved “Carlsheaven” behind.

All these treasures, vistas, smells, stars in the sky over the dark Weser river, the newly conquered piece of garden freshly planted by Willemien. The Hut, painted inside by Mischa. This wonderful working room, with the library, where you can do more than read and write: draw and paint and sing a song. Leave it behind: the Gardian Oak will take care over all your priceless lifestock and goods. And the neighbour keeps a watchful eye. So No Thing to care about. Uh? Something else? What?

Aha, you want me to understand that - if you will leave tomorrow and travel to the Northsea - your heart stays and will stay forever in the same place, which is a no-place, because it is a relation...Ok, but you will all travel together? Is there some secret to be unveiled here? Ah, you mean your relation with something “cosmic”. Now, please speed up, its late already...

Good, let me change into my own voice now and tell you that you always remain where you “really” are: in your cosmic relation to your personal star-constellation. For me it is that penta-grammatic - heavenly symbol: the Lyra. The lyre, anybody daring to walk in Orpheus’ footsteps and has tuned that silently singing inner voice in the lyrical mode, knows what I mean here: staying in my fundamental relation to the Lyra.

That “five-stars”-constellation around the Vega is present wherever I happen to be, there or here, or anywhere. I became conscious of that while making a beautiful walk together with Willemien and Mischa in the Solling forest this morning. While the new spring greens were sprouting and unfolding around, I was walking on the inner tunes of my lyre. It makes you see with different lyrical feeling eyes, looking and breathing deep into the invisible.