Whenever/
I thought
I would Choke/
I Spat/
A *Shooting Star/

”Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman—a rope over an abyss…
What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end: what can be loved in man is that he is an overture and a going under…
I say unto you: one must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star. I say unto you: you still have chaos in yourselves.”(…)
“You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes! “
Friedrich Nietzsche in Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Whenever I thought I would choke * I Spat A Shooting Star* I am the Phoenix
Lick/
Your Wounds/
With/
Beauty/







When stillness arrives
flow turned to ebb
I feel like drawing Blossoms
Odd Blossoms
Inner Cosmos
creator’s DNA
