Santa Mama

I want to talk about
this big old white man
that we all know,
who seeks his way
through night and snow,
to bring us gifts and joy
like a light flash passing by
and greeting us with Ho-Ho-Ho.

God-like we praise him.
His existence is built on the child
who believes in his magic,
in his all-knowing might.
Believing that he knows what is true,
and that he knows what is right,
obeying his moral
full of admiration and fright.

With his book full of data,
full of all that he tracked,
he is judge for the young ones,
for how they say things and act,
giving them a treat or the rod
for how well they fit into,
the system we built,
full of shame, fear and guilt.

So we’re planting the picture
of the white man in power
in their imagination right from the start
and they strongly believe in this immortal hero
till they find out the lie,
feeling broke in their heart.
And whilst the magic of Christmas fades away,
the patriarchal ideas within them stay.

So I am asking,
having been a child once myself:
Why are the women in this story
just a »pretty angel« or an elf?
Where are the heroes that resonate with me?
Where’s the hero that a girl wants to be?
Why are the pictures of woman in red,
so often lying in dessous on a bed?

Santa Mama, this year I wish for you.
Be with us Christmas and the future to come.
Bring us your sack full of feminine home.
I want all the stuff, which for many is new:
Unwrapping vulnerability,
revealing pain and fragility,
weakness as no disability.
The gentleness, humbleness, patience and trust,
to nurture what’s hurting and seeking to rest.
The slowness, the intuition and love,
to build our sore souls a safe and warm nest.

I wish for all her gifts to lie
under the tree of life for us to receive.
I wish for new stories, that we weave.
I wish for new heroes, that we invent.
And I wish for that old white man
to become my close friend.
Cause only together we can ignite,
a new guiding star in the holy night.

Sun-Flower-Dialog

Reflection

When your inside is out,
And your head full of clouds,
When you’re feeling in pain,
And your tears are like rain,
When you’re far from the light,
And the distance feels tight,
When you don’t know your way,
When your vision is gray,
You feel empty and lone,
And you can’t find your home,

Stay calm, breathe in and see:

There is no light without the dark.
You cannot loose, what’s in your heart.
There’ll always be the up and down.
And a time when those will turn around.

Feel, observe and be.

Voyage

Meeting the light on the way.
Fearless flowing around.
Lighting up the dark spots,
Leaving blind ones behind.

Telling you stories and what it has seen.
About deepest darkness and where it has been.
Telling you to see the truth.
About the world, about yourself.

You travel together.
The light is your guide.
You wake up together, you rest together.
The light is always at your side.

Days pass and then weeks.
And then time passes and disappears.
Light becomes your compass.
Light takes of all your fears.

It meets your eye.
And then the second and the third.
And then it shines through and through.
And you finally see. And you let go.

Open yourself and let it enter.
The sun warming heart and soul.
The moon cooling down thoughts and mind.
The light within you growing rich and bright.

And then slowly slowly begin to shine.
Become the light yourself.
Share and give whatever you can.
Lighting up the world on your way.

See, share and give.