ve gecen workshop sonra cok rüyalar vardi. sizin icin bir sey yazdim:
do not harm
I‘m on a journey. I stand up and move, walk on a pathway which nobody can find or wants to find, a pathway nobody can walk or wants to walk, a pathway nobody tells or wants to tell about. There is a group, they take me into their centre to listen to my story. Their hearts are wide open, I can easily win the hearts of people and so they like to invite me. I come and tell my story, the story of my journey. While people listen I catch their awareness, catch their hearts. I can see, see the pain and sorrow, see the love and laughter, see the fear and greed, see the lust and desire.
The longing moan of the women in my ear, the crushing skull of the men from my axe. How much she has suffered with him, her face laughing with tears, and how he is greedy longing for the next fuck with his blood rushing and calling for rape. I prepare the final punch, I cut the throat, the blood is dripping in my cup and I lift it to drink. I want to suck blood from the fresh veins of your tempting neck.
But wait..
I was invited. I‘m here as a friend, entered the circle as an intimate and blessing. Why should the disgracing beast rage? Do not harm! It‘s not my duty to abuse the gift, the key of hearts, as a warfare. When all the doors are opening, should I murder what is behind them? When I see sarrow, why don‘t I heal? When I see suffering, why do I want more pain? When I get invited and gain power and controlle, why should I abuse them?
In repantant I lower my head. I get water and quench the thirst, bandage the sore and take the crying child in my arms to hold it. Do not harm!
I want to create a garden with you und sow the fruits. You gave me the key to your hearts, there for you will only get blessing. No sarrow and fire, no longing and desire, no striving and eagerness. Rest your souls, let go your bondings, and give me your sarrows to burn them in the fire. Lets lighten the flame and dance in the smoke. I‘ll beat the drum for you to dance, this is my only duty, my only intention. Do not harm!
Why should I answer your questions, when my answer is only guiding to another question? Why should I guide you to further questions? Why should I blame you with further questions, when you ask me for answers?
When your heart is opening, what can I do besides healing? Should I abuse openheartedness? Should I abuse sympathy and empathy? Should I abuse passion? Should I abuse power? Should I abuse my power to become more mighty?
Do not harm!
I have seen a bloom, a garden, the blessing, healing and light. Do not harm! Power is healing. Power is a garden. Power can be anything. I don‘t want power to gain more power. I want to use power for healing, for healing myself from being mighty and with power. Do not harm!