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Gaia’s Poem
Hitch your wagon to a star.
This Poem is following me for a while now. The phrases come as tiny parts as if by themselves repeatedly. I write them down and then I see that I have written the same before. Some of them I find in diaries of my childhood. They approach me when I walk through the nature. They come at nights in my dreams. They speak to me while working with my clients. They float along when I am thinking about something else. They join me in contemplation.
I was never sure what to do with them. Yesterday, I visited a friend in her rose field. In the wish garden a quote was written on a black board. “Hitch your wagon to a star.” it said. Before I went to sleep, I found myself a star. I put all my belongings, thoughts, feelings into a wagon and let go. I went to sleep. Then, all of a sudden I woke up, and the phrases had become an order. As if they asked to be written. I got up, sat down, and wrote.
And I gave them the name: Gaia’s Poem. For I must admit that I cannot call these words mine.
Dear human friend.
It hurts you. Hurts you more. Until it hurts you most.
You need to be able to feel deeper.
It puzzles you. Makes less sense. Until it makes you realize that you know nothing.
