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...die Leere

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Published: May 6, 2011
Vollgestopft sitze ich hier – genährt, satt und von Innen gefüllt
Doch in mir ist dieser Ruf nach Leere

Manchmal ist es schwer sie zu spüren – ihr Gefühl zu ertragen
Doch bin ich mutig genug, dann erfüllt sie mich mit Frieden
Erst im Fühlen des Nichts-Seins, offenbart sich mir mein wahres Selbst

In der Hektik des Alltags ist es verführerisch diese Leere zu füllen
...ein voller Magen, Überflutungen von Informationen in der Vielfalt kaum zu fassen, Arbeiten bis zur Erschöpfung, Berieselungen des Wohlstands...

All das macht mich satt, ohne mich wirklich zu erfüllen – Und Erfüllung mir erst zu Teil wird in der Akzeptanz der Stille und Leere in mir

In diesem Moment ein tiefer Atemzug möglich ist
Der mir Energie zum Fühlen und Erleben schenkt –
Mich aufmerksam macht, zentriert und klar.
Die Leere Platz zum Atmen macht –
Und Atmung erst Leben möglich macht

Verspürst Du auch diesen Ruf der Leere in Dir?
Dann gib ihm nach und atme tief ein
Der Lohn wird etwas friedvolles sein...


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