Melody of Soul (engl.)

Angel and Devil

2012-02-12T08:39:00.000-08:00

Once upon atime, a woman met a man.

They were far away from each other and their liveswere difficult, full of hope and longing. Then, the woman saw a picture of thisman on the Internet and so she sent him a message. She just sent him a little “Hello”.And the man answered her in a friendly way and so the first step was made.

They wrote eachday. They wrote about sorrows and pain. They wrote about hope and longing, Andthey wrote about feelings and love.

The morethey wrote, the more they drew closer and the distance was no longer important.They became closer and closer with each passing day.

Theirmornings began with a smile on their faces. Just the hope there could be amessage brought a light and a few tears of love to their eyes.

Well andthen comes a day when this little angel said to the woman: “Hey Sweetheart, doyou understand how I feel? It is wonderful that you talk with this man, butremember I have my feelings, too. And if you don’t try to meet him, I’ll showyou what I mean and I’ll drive you crazy, Darling. Believe me.”

And thewoman said to her angel: “Don’t shout so loud. Someone could hear it.”

And in thelife of the man, there was a day when his little devil also spoke to him,saying: “Hey you, can you feel me? My blood is boiling. Hurry and bring me thisangel. If you don’t meet her soon, I swear, I’ll drive you crazy!” The manscolded his devil and said to him: “Could you be quiet, please!

So the daysgo by and the man and the woman spoke of longing and how it would be... thatfirst rendezvous.

Then, thatspecial day came. The man said to the woman: “I will meet you. I’ll come toyour house and knock at your door.”

The womanwaited for him.

One day, therewas this knock at the door. She felt nervous, but deep in her heart, she knew everythingwould be okay.

As he stoodin front of her door, her little angel drove her crazy. And the man could notspeak a single word as he looked in her eyes. He couldn’t believe what he saw. Hesaw so much love in her eyes and he wanted to hold her tight. His little devil showedhim what he really wanted. But he had to wait.

He wantedto hold this woman in his arms. To kiss her, to touch her, to feel her. This isthe moment for which he’d waited so long. The woman had the same feelings andin their eyes shined a light full of love and hope and longing.

And thelittle angel and the little devil drove them both crazy. They talked with eachother. And the little angel said to the little devil: “Hey you, my door isopen. Come in and I’ll wait for you. I’ll show you how comfortable my room isand I'll hold you so tight.”

And thelittle devil answered: “Well, My Angel, I’ll show you how strong and deep mylove for you is and I’ll cry millions of tears for you.”

Finally, thismoment came and the devil entered the room. It was warm and full of light. Theangel held him tight. He showed his love with all of his feelings. Soft…tender... strong… hard. And the angel said to him: “Come to me. Come closer. Ineed you. I’ll show you my heaven and you’ll forget the world, you sweet littledevil.”

After awhile, the angel said: “Here is my heaven. Can you see the light? Can you feelthe love? It is so beautiful and only for you.”

And thedevil could not say a single word. Only tears of love flowed. A lot of tears.

And both drowned in their sea of love.

The man and the woman held each other and felt like they were floating onclouds.

He whispered in her ear: “Wonderful, you are so wonderful and I loveyou from the deepest point of my heart.”

The woman closed her eyes and whispered: “You are wonderful and I can feel all of your love inside of me. Thankyou, Darling.”

© Cornelia G. Becker

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2012-02-11T04:35:00.000-08:00

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Fighting on the wrong pathway?

2012-02-03T09:47:00.000-08:00

Senseless fighting on the wrong pathway
Why have so manyforgotten to be grateful about the sensitivity of others?
Why doso many struggle alone?
Why so few consent to help others?
Whyare so many flee to any “addiction”? Head in the sand and theyare no longer in reality?
Why is “look” is always sodifficult?

It takes a long time before we find the strength to face ourproblems. And quite often, it is love that really creates and bringsus strength to finally stop “whatever”.
Or, put another way:
Start with something new!
Namely, the road to ourselves!

I spent five years of my life with an alcoholic and gambler.
The outside world will not on every occasion dissuade him fromaddictive behavior.
And each who must deal with this problem will have to grapple withit.
Over time this evolved into a dependency / co-dependencyrelationship ...
And the hope that he would get it straight in his head is the laststraw.
But to be sensitive is quite simply “prohibited.” The windblows everyday too strong.

Sometimes I would just put my head in the sand and wanted nothingmore to see and hear.
Sometimes I just wanted to briefly have the feeling I can live ina healing world.
Sometimes there was a drug (and thereby it played almost no role);it was only one way in which he managed to escape from reality.

And yet it's an entirely wrong approach.
Again and again he had excuses for his behavior.
If friends and fellow human beings - his environment - hadlistened just a little bit more to his vibes, then everything couldbe a little easier for him.
If only they had understood how sad he was about thisworld, then he might have declared his views.
If he would have had even the power to communicate hisfeelings with friends and his fellow man, he might have found manywho shared them with him.
And it is this “If” - and there are certainly a hundredthousand more – that repeatedly kept him from doing anything???!!!

And they will also apologize with “but” many times.
But everyone is so preoccupied with his own life, that thesensitivity to one another simply disappears or is lost.
But no one listens to him in any way.
But all others cannot understand his feelings?
But the world is so heartless. He could not hold it anylonger!
But he could not look anymore.

I could see the tears in his eyes. I could hear his soul cryingout.

But I could not help him because he could not allow it ...
it should not be like that:
The coldness had frozen the hearts
and because of it all thehumanity is lost.

Are we all just lone fighters in a senseless war?
And then begins a very hard road to “yourself.”
And it hurts to look at.
And it hurts to feel it.
And it hurts to forgive yourself.
And it hurts to forgive others.

But
There will always be people who are willing to go on such a rockyride with you.
There will always be someone who can understand why he felt soalone, lonely and helpless.
Many small anchors in the wild ocean of life.

© Cornelia G. Becker

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2012-02-01T08:05:00.000-08:00

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My Tree of Life

2012-01-08T10:37:00.000-08:00

My Tree of Life

My tree of life has its own roots.
A few are deeply rooted in the soil.
Some you can see, while others move along a rock.

Be careful you don’t trample upon them.
Pay close attention because they are my life.

They are important and cost me so much time and energy to grow.
Today, they hold and support my base. They also care and feed my tree of life.

My tree has a proud crown.
Many leaves are still green and fresh and innocent.
They have fear of being hurt.
They still have their dreams and they don’t know a lot about life.
They also believe in the goodness in people and cannot imagine

that the base could be hurt by anything and then they would die.

My crown has also old, withered and dead leaves.
They know of life and worries and needs.
They have almost lost the courage and their dreams have long ago given way to reality.

Each leaf tells its own story and has great fear of falling apart completely.
But the roots of my tree of life are still strong.

Some portions are dying, but everything in life comes and goes.

So please be so kind as to not hurt my roots.
Be cautious with my base.
Leave my crown with its green and withered leaves.

It would be wonderful if you could nourish my tree of life with your love.