Malintra-Shadowmoon

Sometimes she notices that she's slower than usual in some things. She doesn't understand it and asks why. As a perfectionist, she's dissatisfied with herself in these moments. In such situations, she realizes she's getting older. Every evening, she sits cross-legged under a tree and meditates in nature to stabilize her inner center. Afterwards, she gets up and practices combat sequences when she's not out and about at social events or club activities. And she realizes: She's no longer good enough. Sometimes, however, things still happen around her that hint at her former abilities. Once, she manages to catch a heavy flying object with her left hand, which elicited a "wow" from her colleagues. Her reactions are still good, and there are days when she's still fast enough. She has decided to have compassion not only for her surroundings, but also for herself. She is patient with friends and foes and lives in harmony with herself and everything. Once, something happens

Words Silent scream in the moonlight. Rain falls on the ancient trees. Word sheets in the wind. Hair Opalescent night. Frost weaves my maturing hair with flowing silver. Dance After a whirling dance in the air descends on my hair a butterfly? No, a withered leaf. Roof Through the broken roof the wind gently hands me a cherry blossom branch. Language In old pine crowns a language murmurs mighty and solemn, that will never change. Wind Through the red leaves the wind whistles its melody. It is time to say goodbye. Spring The long gentle thoughts of spring will not fade away when fall yellows the heart, too. Cranes Similar to cranes in these old lichen trees nest the lost sense of missing years.

Delicate spring rain - In violets still prayers of the dawning light.

Morning of life, awaken all the colors from all the nights. Awaken my mind. Open my eyes, ears and lips. Turn my heart to You, God. You are present in the vastness of the universe and in the smallest of your creatures. You embrace everything that exists with Your tenderness. You pour Your love into me, so that I guard life and beauty. Morning of love, source of life, born of God, create me anew. Open Your hands to my neighbor and to the stranger, whoever he may be. Flood me with peace, help me not to harm anyone. Help me to save the abandoned and forgotten of this earth, who are so precious in Your eyes. Breath of the Creator, rhythm of love. Taking and giving come from you - both in one. You are the whole. Breath of love, live in me! Teach me to discover the value of all things and to look at them with admiration; to recognize that I am deeply connected with all creatures on my way to Your infinite light. You are love, fullness of life, daily

The lake beneath the sunny gleam, Becomes a poem and a dream. Like thousand stars the waters glow, And sink into my soul below. On jade-green leaves so soft and bright, White summer jasmine blooms in light. On hidden threads of pearls so deep, A morning hope wakes from its sleep. I take this peace into my heart, It heals my grief and painful smart. It comforts me in joy and woe, From ancient times its blessings flow. This world is ready now for me, A treasure of eternity. I prize my fleeting life on earth, And thank You, Lord, who gave it birth. You are the wind that sways the tree, Your spirit in the mist I see. In streams of gold that softly fall, To bless the world and heal us all. Through sun and rain, through wind and wild, You are my Father, I Your child. Through hills and vales, through sand and sea, Your loving hand is holding me. The corn stands golden in the field, A rich and blessed summer yield. The buzzing in the sea of bloom, Dispels the winter's silent gloom. Yet