I Am Still Growing

A poem by Christian Morgenstern, who would be 154 years old today.

"This goes out to you":

It's for you and me and everyone:

Be more, talk less,

say less, ask less, complain less,

turn the heat inwards more;

keep our tongues in check,

not always repeating the same old

phrases and places,

shy away from phrases and grimaces in everything;

Examine slowly, like to be modest,

avoid all quick prejudices;

suffice ourselves in the indispensable,

Simplify ourselves, reverence ourselves,

one from childhood to old age:

strive to become wise, wise.

I just can't keep my mouth shut 🥹

You are free to fly wherever you want

“The bad news is you’re falling through the air, nothing to hang on to, no parachute. The good news is, there’s no ground.”

— Chogyam Trungpa

Extraschicht - Die Nacht der Industriekultur NRW

We could do everything what we want and look as we want. #womanpower #womensday2021 https://www.instagram.com/p/CMKEj-Uj5FDNjky0CVMvg1LmwC42UWBhwYYcP00/?igshid=115oql8kv9zig

The Hong Kong Jockey Club - where tradition and speed race round the bend

On Hong Kong's neon-soaked nights, a heart beats at a gallop: the Jockey Club, a colossal paradox since 1884 - both a temple of sport and a benefactor of the city. Here, wealth and ritual merge when sleek horses shoot across the turf like liquid gold.

The crowd goes wild, bets whisper of luck and loss, but there is more behind the frenzy: schools, hospitals, culture - financed by the race of the hooves. A high-stakes game in which even the city wins.

An oasis in a big hectic city

✨ Hıdrellez Rhyme ✨🤲🌿

On the eve when spring takes flight,

Hızır walks in golden light.

Wishes tied to branches sway,

Hope will blossom with the day.

Leap the fire, let shadows burn,

Luck will turn as seasons turn.

Dance upon the waking earth,

Miracles are given birth.

Water whispers, winds conspire

Hıdrellez sparks the heart’s desire🤲🌸