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About Michaela

I am a wanderer and a wonderer, like you are. I love our journey and to walk in the company of friends – to learn, experience, share, laugh, cry and above all I simply love this marvelous, magical, mysterious life. I have no plan (cannot believe I am saying this) and my only intention is to be truthful to myself and others.

The greatest treasure

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Seek not the farther good, seek not that which seems beyond the pale, but rather look for your joy within your brothers heart, for it is in the heart of your neighbour lies the greatest treasure. It is in the laughter of your chat and the babble of your children, in the rush of the morning and at the busy breakfast table you shall find your joy

and he continued:

many have sought in the clouds or sought peace in another, but few have entered the silent place, few have understood they cannot see because the universe has chose it so, let you not be like them, let you when you hear the words – this is wrong, this is right, let you know that every right and every wrong is but only wrong or right for you. 

When confusion lifts her bedraggled head let your heart and mind and soul cry out, I dont know! Then the universe shall lift you and holding you close and gently stroking your head it shall rock you to sleep, and you will wish to know no more.

∞

Credit: writing © justme; Image@ CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

Halloween

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HALLOWEEN
by justme

Haunted houses and party pranks
Ghouls and ghosts among the ranks
Startled spirits and kids unknown
Bang the door and then they run.

Tiny people made to scare
Knock the door then stand and stare
‘trick or treat’ please if you will
Excited eyes await their thrill

Bursting rockets light up the sky
Flashing colour way up high
Cats stay low, dogs go hide
Eerie echoes were witches ride.

Autumns here and so to this night
Blood and fangs, fear and fright.
Pumpkins, potions, graveyard owls
Wizards, spiders as darkness prowls

After the black and the smudged blood red
The witches and warlocks, all go to bed
Hats, lanterns, sticks in a heap
Soon the goblins eyes close
As they fall fast asleep.

Another halloween over and a memory to keep!

Credits: poem©justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

Some day I shall rise

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Tonight a single star forces its way through the cloud, its enchanting dance , invigorates, as it light serenades the sky, all just to be seen. Its song is my song, its fight is my fight.
You who would be mighty, you who would be great, you be my masters because I am on my knees.
The great only appear great while I am on my knees.
Some day I shall rise. ∞

 

Credits: writing © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

Opposites must end

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…and yet there is a moment, recalled at least once, by all, yet neglected within its time. A once upon a time moment, it’s fairy tale embedded drip, molten and attached anonymously upon our minds, stealthily impressed, secretly within our hearts.
The perfect moment when the guard was dropped, the care transcended, the need to explain left at doorway of opposites and in this moment, this beautiful perfect moment, we are reborn and will forever live again.

It is then having experienced our perfect moment, we understand the inexorable opposites are that whose existence must come to end.

Amen.  ∞

Credit: writing @justme; Image @ CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

Who am I ?

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I WALK ALONE
by justme

I walk alone
A slow enduring walk
I lift my head to look around
Food for life I need
Slowly, delicately, no talk.

Hide me, don’t notice me
I shake my head
Is this my life?
No one to help
Who am I ?

I want to break free
I want to be me
Let me be alive
Please, no more I strive

Is this who I am?
Oh life what are you ?
Who am I ?
What do I belong too?

Then with glimpse I see
Old falls away
What is this fantastic dress?
Not mine, not yours
Who am I ?
Coloured beauty ecstasy
Who is this?
Or why ?

I know not why
But with everything I spread wide
To seek the source
Now a butterfly I

∞

Credits: poem © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

Art

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“Art is art, everything else is everything else”

Credits: quote  © jsutme; Image © Catrinphoto; all rights reserved

For you go before me…

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We can never go to paradise willingly. Grace chooses us and despite us, not because of us, we like the prodigal son will reluctantly return to paradise. We will return when we have the humility and understanding and knowledge to say “Father, Mother God, creator of everything, without whom nothing could exist, I am your child who lost my way, they say.
Life, source, master of the universe, God of man and child and beast, I rest my head upon your lap, for the journey is hard and the hill ahead is steep”.

I father, put my trust in you, for you go before me to make the crooked places straight, yet I did not know.

Such is life, such is my way.

Credits: writing © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

Full of overflowing love…

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BEAUTY OR LOVE

by justme

Who can ever express beauty or love?
Has any man the ability to withhold?
Oh, to see this simple thing

And to understand it’s not we who sing
Ride the train of life my love
End the tapestry of  pain and strife you wove

You are but the beholder not the giver of such
Only God and the invisible can give so much.
Understand no ability have you to withhold

Rain it falls on the young and old.
In the deepest depths of who you are
Gold and frankincense build a tailored tower
How or when or what you think you give
The giver is and only the giver gives

Now is full of overflowing love
Of bursting hearts and flirting doves
While time is still and love complete.

I sit in silence at the masters feet.

And you do well to watch your thought
May God just give, for you my friend, cannot. ∞

A video version of the poem “Beauty or Love” can be found here
A meditation on the quote ” A simple thing” can be found here

Credit: poem © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

Abundance

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Enjoy Michaela’s meditation…

A walk through the hills and vineyards of Vienna. They inspired Beethoven’s music who lived and composed close by.

A rose from your garden

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Enjoy Catrin’s Meditation…