The white tower

The white tower, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Mer­cury cold light Flow­ing from the white tower Encases my soul Rest­less, motion­less Heart beats, mind retreats, eyes shut Eter­nity, born Sweet noises trickle Gen­tle music of the stars Here it all begins © Thorsten Becker Inspired by Andreas Vollenweider’s “White Winds” album. It was the cover of this


The smell of wet spruce

The smell of wet spruce, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Air so fra­grant fresh The smell of wet spruce lingers After sud­den rain © Thorsten Becker


Suspended motion of ethereal wings

Sus­pended motion of ethe­real wings, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Time stops as I watch, Observe sus­pended motion Of ethe­real wings © Thorsten Becker


Ripples in the pond of dreams

Rip­ples in pond of dreams, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. In the pond of dreams My hopes float with the rip­ples Of a pad­dling duck © Thorsten Becker


Where there is love

Where there is love, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Where there is love The heart blos­soms joy­fully Like flow­ers in spring © Thorsten Becker


That which seemed all encompassing

A new per­spec­tive, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Slow down Look below Get low Bow down Down to the ground To the earth, the gravel, the sand See how grand The lit­tle things appear A new per­spec­tive Intro­spec­tive That which is inside Appears in new light That which seemed all encom­pass­ing Is now pass­ing Pass­ing


I walk beneath silver light

I walk under­neath sil­ver light, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. I am but a shadow, a shadow amongst shad­ows, fleet­ing, hush­ing along in dark­ness still. And yet, moon bright, guid­ing light, watches my path even when I hide under­neath the cover of the night. I am here, I am gone, noth­ing but foot­prints lead­ing towards