The tale of these eyes

You say that my eyes are telling 
but how could you even know
How my whole mind is softly rumbling
holding still with heavy breaths feels quite so humbling
and patiently attempting to wait 
for an unspoken permission to move closer 
is something we both without saying anticipate.
I invite you to take this sacred leap with me
lavishly allowing my eyes to tell you this story 
of how I ache this moment to be unbroken 
And how these uncharted pieces of my being 
are curiously looking for yours to be awoken
wanting to be messily and utterly entangled with
and fall beyond anyone else’s reach to the fields of unknown

to be beautifully lost in their own myth.

Carefully fixing my eyes into yours 
like my aim is to be intentionally pulled 
into the mids of your mind’s obscures. 
That feels like the sole way to get close enough 
I’m almost able to see and feel your thoughts.
Just by dwelling in your eyes 

when you answer to my impatient and thirsty stare
I enjoy sensing your urge building up 
like there is not a single moment to spare.
I indulge myself with your hunger 
as much as I inhale your kindness and calm
How otherworldly it can feel
to be met with such a gaze of astonishment
and this steady hand in my palm 
How it turns into a shared wide smile 
pulling us back to our seats with a giggle 
which makes this all seem partly so surreal.

As you approach me with your intentions 
so pure and yet firmly so willing
to undress my innocence again tonight
as the dusk will slowly be turning into daylight.
Your eyes are telling me a tale of their own
and this is a story I am listening and sensing 

with every fiber of my skin entering your zone.
Our eyes start devouring each other 
while the touch is filled with this longing intention
We are like two bare souls being so afraid
of the time running out on us and being suddenly pulled away 
by any given second and being estranged.
We cling to our lips to drink from the cup 
of shared breaths taking us to another realm
we think the sand is running out from the non existing hourglass
so we keep eating up every single grain of each other 

and carry on pouring a thirsty cup after another

as long as the dusk and morning light keeps us.



Running my fingertips along your side
moving to touch your collar bone 
feeling your blood stream tide
sensing your chest rising as you take deep breaths.
I am floating in this weightless state of an awe
while looking at you on the sly feeling rather raw
you look so absolutely eased laying in your peace 
your eyes just quietly watching the ceiling
which in this moment feels ever such healing.
Your hand under your head and the other one 

wrapping me to your side softly stroking my back 
your touch feeling warm as the sun.
Two beings resting bare and existing unbound
gently laying blessings and reverence on each other’s skin 
like this is an everlasting countdown.

These soothing evenings and nights melt me to atoms
while I secretly rejoice this quiet and comfortable coexistence 
as I like keeping these fragile moments to myself.
Sensing the pulse of life itself in these hours of connection 
and deep admiration towards another human being with devoted affection.
As those instants are merging the light within us and into our eyes
honoring the space we are in and entering 
which is about to be unveiled and realized.

I am this Woman

I am this woman
with an emerging soul pushing through her chest
holding this gentle goddess being in my bones
running my hands open with this childlike curiosity to wonder 
like the world is still anew.

This woman in me 
takes it all in and lets it happen without forcing
Always acting only upon my own truth
taking an active role in shaping my own life and honoring others.
Allowing the feelings to serve as sacred guides
From questions of where to look for blindspots 
and where from uncover the much needed answers.

This woman in me 
burns with a bright flame
listening her true calling when summoned
and takes upon this unwavering and clear invitation 

with fellow humans
to call them for connection
to the very core of human existence
which we all do share.

To answer this calling
I’m surrendering in tune with myself 
and taking upon the endevour 
of being an instrument for this life
For her to move me wherever I am most needed
for allowing what needs to exist through me.

This woman in me 
is worshipping the sincerity and tenderness of others 
As my task is to serve the court of benevolence
and my devotion and commitment to this task is a contract for life.
And as a Queen of Hearts and Servant of this sacred Life
in my ruling 
the only true queendom is compassion.

Brief scene around the table

Belfast 24.5.2018

Two chairs and a table 
they make the base of this unexpected scene
background noise fades away like a hazy soundtrack as we sit down.
Concurrently the mumbling of the cheerfull crowd 
softens the dark and sharp corners of the room 
and melts the remains of the tension away 
like warmth softly melts the forgotten butter.

 

How strangely pleasant it is to watch 

the dim shade on the cheeks of this new acquintance 

which the light carefully creates on his fair skin.

And at the same time so odd and also familiar

to study that friendly face with an ease 

and utter curiosity to understand and to see more.

 

Somewhere out in the dim of a late evening and far out there

The fragments of the real world are pusking us from this frail moment,

but at this table 

we are in no rush to move or leave within this hour.

Arms leaning against the table 

in the pulse of the exchanging of new and familiar thoughts,

where the questions at the essence of humanity

are answered by new life hungry questions.

The soft background mumble in the room 

and the light on this stranger’s face

sets in with his calm and steady voice.

A great confusion sinks into my atoms and quivers my skin

as suddenly my spirit begins to ponder 

what this mere stranger is reciting about life and living

as he unexpectedly enters the circle of my very core.

 

Someone once discovered Achilles weak heel

but this stranger found my often carefully hidden gaze

a gaze in which to sink in or visit again one day.

I'm here and at the same time I'm out there somewhere 

behind the dark brown eyes of the stranger.

 

I suppose the intense feeling of bursting out one’s chest

feels at the same time like soft daggers

and honey-dipped fingers on the lips.

It is a gentle deep sigh directed towards the ceiling 

and a bouncing restless charge in one’s soul

that seeks its counterpart and a skin to land in.

 

I don't dare to lean in too deep this time

so I won’t fall through the table

I only admire from a distance what I see and hear

and let my innermost secretly rejoice 

of this shared and frail moment.

I surrender to the feeling of shiver on my skin 

and the softness of the stories shared together,

in the moment where one has met another of its’ kind 

to breathe the shared space in between 

and to long for a careful touch.

 

Perhaps he is but a passer-by

capturing this gaze of a shared connection

someone whose world's fragments might be already moving on to other paths unknown.

But however it shall be at the end of the day

the feeling of sheer luck and gratitude fills my veins 

and warms my bones like midday sun.

Because my soul has been touched without a touch 

my whole body has been brushed over by the mere look of those kind dark eyes

and made to quiver by the longing of his kind.

Jossain kaikuu hidas laulu

Toivon että

Tuulet tuovat luoksesi hämärtyvän illan tuoksun

jossa lepää viini ja hitaan laulun kumina tuolta jostain kadulta
Toivon että
Kylki kaareutuu suloon kosketuksesi alla
ja päivien uurastamille käsivarsillesi laskeutuu lepo ja sees.

Toivon että
Lokkien kajahdellessa ulkona, 
yöt painavat ihollesi laupeutensa
lakana on karhea poskella ja silti kiskoo sinut uneen
Toivon että unissasi
Sinua kutsuu jokin kauan kaipaamasi tunto katseeseen
tavoitat sitä kohti
vain herätäksesi uuteen huomiseen ja ratikan kolinaan kadulla.

Toivon että
Sisimpäsi tunnistaa kaipuunsa
ja että se kaipuu täyttyy kuin malja,
joka on täyttyvä yltäkylläisyydestä,
malja jota kumotaan aina jokaiseen sarastavaan aamuun ja iltaan

heleästä huumasta päihtyneenä.

Toivon että
Sinun puheesi on monelle sitä kauan kaivattua öljyä 

josta jokainen sinua etsivä kohtaa peilinsä

Toivon että

Kaunis sana ja myötätuntoinen henkäys löytää sinut 

missä ikinä lasketkaan askeleen polullesi
tulkoon tästä polusta kaipaamaasi tarina ja tarinasta villi tosi.

Jossain kaikuu yhä hidas laulu,
ja vain yksi lokki kajahtaa 

tässä hämärtyvässä illassa.