cement

you go to the hardware store. you pick best quality cement. you pick the most expensive bricks. you load the car. you drive back. you line up the bricks. you mix the cement. you place the bricks one by one in a perfect line. you coat them with cement. you put up the second line, the third, the fourth, all the way up to your height. you turn. you make the next wall, one more and the last. you make the ceiling right above your head. you are done. you have succeeded.

a gift

each sentence is a gift. a holiday to celebrate. like butter to spread. so light and yet so delicate you have to stay alert. you have to keep the balance, the pace, the rhythm. it gives you so much joy. it gives you so much comfort. the present you can take and share in return. disquiet of your heart. you add a spice of tenderness directly from your soul. with all your love. you send it forth and pause. can you believe it?

the happy place

come here if you are down, upset or anxious. you think, things aren’t fair? you think life is too much? don’t be foolish. come here instead. you can’t be here without a smile. you can’t be here unhappy. this is a happy place. you need a happy place. today this one is yours. today this one is happy. today it is enough.

your wish

you are sitting across from me on the old chair in the shabby room. stop looking at me, you say, restless, annoyed by my stare. i don’t move my gaze. i don’t acknowledge your words. i am not concerned with your wishes. i do not ask why you are there. i keep looking. i keep looking at your face that will not be with me anymore. i have to memorize each cell, each line to store them in my heart. to take them with me. your face. i have to take my doubts and regrets, my joy and disappointment far away deep into the future. i have to take them to the day many-many days ahead when i will take each cell, each line out of my heart, place them together into your face, look at your eyes and ask – what did you wish for on that day many days ago?