Have you ever watched an object falling?

I don’t mean a star or a building, I mean a small objects falling right next to you.

Think about your natural reaction. What do you do?

Do you try to catch it or do you watch it falling?

Sometimes I am spellbound by the fall, watching the object moving through emptiness to meet the ground in its own way. I watch life asking me to play, to stretch my hand and perceive the movement.

Look around. There are dozens of things happening, asking you to participate.

Which ones make you stretch out your hand?

Which ones make your body move?

And which ones – regardless of your muscles reacting or not – have the power to move your heart and awaken your intention?

I see the constant movements of sleepy souls, going towards their primary needs or moving as far as possible from their deep-seated fears.

I see wonderful moments, that no technology could ever capture, passing by unnoticed.

I see life spreading its checkered tablecloth out on an endless meadow, for the pleasure of associating pleasure with pleasure. I sit down, cross-legged, and breathe in the air which caresses everything, waiting for something which is happening right now.