Gallery — The Spindle of Reality

The Coming

Germinating Time · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

Visions of future possibilities

Scrawl — No Hole

Before the storm takes hold. · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

Those who always want to rise higher
Through Chaos into the heights
Must be deeply rooted
To survive the storm

Patterns that strive upward root in the depths
The Gestalt of the Whole blurs into a scrawl as you gaze
When inner images of the soul turn toward you

You Beautiful — Living Flow

Look away, and yet... · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

No one - Admits to liking her
Yet everyone - Looks at her
So beautiful - She can be
So beautiful - As she is cruel

She is despised
Yet everyone - Has danced with her
She saves lives - Takes them too
A Force of order - Not graspable in Chaos
She breaks - What must be broken

Feelings lure her - Virtues tame her
Patience and discipline - Carry her to new heights
Hard to master - Balance
Part of our shadow plays - At the edge of darkness

A source of Being
No one masters her - Her like nature
You beautiful Violence

Two Before Four — Bloom

Silk over abyss. · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

Between two poles
Stretched outside of all that flows and is
From the space of Emptiness to the spanning Whole
Infinite potential gathered in nothingness
Woven into crystallized fabric

In-between a true dance
A dance of interaction - From threads emerge patterns
Two-sided silk
Order the one - Disorder the other
It mirrors Change in its Being

Balancing over the filled abyss full of Emptiness
Toward flowing Being
How beautiful it can be

Dying Life — Always There

Aeons in one hand. · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

A point in the sky
Light traveling through infinite expanses
The source long extinguished
Through space and time to arrive

Every ray that strikes our eye
Calls the source from the depths
The one believed dead
Yet lives again.

On the Ground — Watching

The ground waits. · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

All the way up it shall go
So start at the very bottom
Before it begins means falling
Deeper and deeper
To the wise root of our Being

Reduced to our Self
Experiences of falling show
How to spread wings
In sweeping circles upward
Rooted in Emptiness

And if the Flow breaks the pattern
The nosedive is just a small fall
That spans greatness

Glowing Point — Kosmos im Blunt

It glows deep within. · Maxine Richter

My heart burns
Ignited from within from the deepest source
The fire in my gaze
Makes my hell blaze
Far back in the eyes

Darkness is fulfilled in the flames of my Being
The flowing wind carries it outward
Thus my hell defends
The boundaries of my heaven

Broken light dazzles back into the shadow
So fear not your darkness
In it you will find your source of light

Out and Run — River Bed

Grey presses. Something drives. · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

It comes from the depths
From the depths of my Being
Once there it drives me

Out into the expanses - Into the heights
Through the clouds into the heavenly Flow of stars
From everyday life into the Whole
From gray shadow world into bright light and back again

On elevated planes toward the horizon
Golden rays broken on blue-gray sea
Dancing color-flow on black sky
Mirroring flowing thoughts until silence enters

No black - No white - Nor gray
One with the forming Force - One with context
The Gestalt of the Whole brings me to Flow

Bubbling Faith

Inner Spring

The power of inner trust

All to Nothing — Is It You?

Petrified — until it flows. · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

Pain brings the petrified to Flow
They are forever united with our stream of life

Who wants the good
Must sink into the depths

A serpent without faith in its wings
Is condemned to crawl

Find your stone and lift it from the depths
Then you will float to the heights

Floating before sinking
Is like speaking without having something to say

Keep your promises
And the images of your soul flow from the ground
Into your bed

Just Believe — Bright Night

When your own shadow grows? · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

Every blessing only unfolds its power
When you believe in it

Bless yourself
With light that you find
Deep within yourself

Shadows that we cast
Dance with the Gestalt of the Whole
Truly beautiful across the bridge of eternity

Vortex — Therapie

White-violet haze. · Maxine Richter

From green with white-violet gleam
Becomes pale gray smoke
Shaped into rings - Blown into golden rays
Gray-yellow vortices glitter
Before matte-white wallpaper

The streaks in the veins rise to the heights
In the rounded elevation they draw their circles
Experience appears with a different face
And the Between-Being of the true
Opened a crack

The Failed Project — Engel unter Baum

Crowns of dust. · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

We are not meant to be led
Not from above - Not from below
The sky no limit - Never the law
In the depths a seed - Driven to the heights
Each into their own kingdom

United in the Whole through woven interaction
Flowing boundaries in the interplay
Life from the depths
Of a far too gray world
From there one sees the celestial tent

My kingdom is above - But I stand below
Sending upward and catching again
Striving toward true Beauty
Spindling

Bad Poem — Erwachen

Ink that never dries. · Maxine Richter

Many tools
One pen much ink
Many pages on two-sided paper
One idea from many rivers
The headline that grasps the below
Much turning pages - Little holds

From experience into history
From history back into life
Believe in your blessing - Write poems
Give images of the soul to the Whole

Spindling — Split Unison

Cold stone. Light breaks. · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

In humility down on the ground
Light breaking at the stony Chaos
Sending diverging rays into the Whole
No one leads
Every ray that falls to the ground
Is mirrored into the sky

Circling and weaving through
At the poles it is mirrored and sent
Disorder to order - Order to disorder
Cruelty broken through broken rays

Flowing from rays become patterns
In the stream they fulfill
From the high Self to the deep soul
Thus below becomes above - Above becomes below
The Whole spindles

Broken Rays — Postoffice

Lower your gaze. · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

Pray
Not upward into the sky
But into the depths of the heart
Upward into your doing

Origins

From Emptiness

Where everything begins

Ascent Downward — Lightning Strong

Black traces in white. · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

The inside black
Soot-stained trust
Black traces on hoary peaks
Sweeping gaze over the landscape

Submerged in the gray river
Until it ends in the Whole
An image of the divided soul
It shall span from high below to deep above

Until then I remain wrapped in white smoke
And resurface only later

He Comes You Go — Astronaut

Barefoot on the ground. · Maxine Richter

He comes and goes - Like ebb and tide
Floods the rounded elevation
Pulls the beautiful into the depths

On the ground of pointed stones
You never lie still
Permanently dazed - Gray in transition to black
Yet the eyes still open

Who trusts him needs neither fear nor hope
Overflowed the banks and broken
He forces back into balance
He brings to Flow what once was Chaos

Words — In der Hand

Too light for the scales. · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

They do not belong on the scale
But in context

My dreams flow
When I speak
When I act
Perhaps they are already true

Never Sold — Two Face One Me

Light on the left, right... · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

The empty space
Offered my soul its Being
And barely did I accept
One hand light - The other darkness
Flowing patterns are one with empty space
Led me away from the stubborn child
From nothingness to gray Gestalt

Saw the Whole as a child—
No—lived it - From beautiful gray to cruel semblance
It never brought me to limits
Nor shattered my empty space
It made the Gestalt - Half toward infinite Emptiness
Half toward eternal Beauty
Always at the edge of Chaos

Six and One to Seven — 716

Clinking before the silence. · Maxine Richter

Nothing is naught and stays that way
One is much more and yet so little
So alone and when once lonely
One divides by seven

Seven are six too many for one
So one divides and begins to weave
But never give away this One
She falls to the ground - Breaks into pieces - Almost to zero

The woven swirls up
And carries through the center of its storm
The one upward high to seven

Wholly empty, yet whole
Spindling in the spanning stillness

691 — Unsere Tanne

Upstream, downstream. · Ralf Jeske

In the small place
At the new and old river
Divided in three and yet one
Played on the streets
Played in blue-yellow
Played in blue-white
Up the river
Down the river
From the small village
To the great city

Life flows
Sometimes into Chaos - Sometimes into Beauty
Down in the dark the place lies
Which in bright form
Pours into patterns and shapes

Has brought into balance
Loyal - Like a lying eight
In the small here and the great there

Red Prayer — Laterne

Pulling at the leash. · Ralf Jeske

Black - Like the shadow we cast
White - Like the light in our hearts
On the green our love turns red
And we do not give a shit about the pain

You beautiful Whole - That unites us
In our three-colored hearts
Under red light instead of flickering candles

Unbridled on flowing leash
Black - White - Green on red
Until the end only this one thing
We have no fear
We see each other after death

Infinitely Small Greatness

The Universe in Detail

Infinity in every moment

Warmer — Goldene Motte

Whitecaps in backlight. · Robin Jeske

Our hell will hurl its hate into Chaos
Led from below - From everywhere and nowhere
Not graspable yet always there
Mirrored light on wild sea

A hell of storm
Driven by the kingdom in our hearts
Swung from the heart upward
Swung upward
Upward into the Whole

Broken Ring — Gebrochener Kreis

A crack in the geometry. · Robin Jeske

The circle tames the Chaos
It ensures that rings flow
Into Beauty somewhere up there
Is it broken uncertainty waits
Rooted in the depths

It breaks beautiful rings
Downward and upward open
From the very bottom it stirs
It begins to spindle
And opens our eyes anew

Without Shadow Reigns Darkness — Crown

Where light suffocates. · Maxine Richter

Break light and it casts shadows
Neither white nor black
But gray with colorful seams
Unbroken light wanders into darkness

Red love
Red hate
Flowing Spindle fed from two rivers
Into cracks of thought

From the cracks flow shadows
The spirits - That chase us
Only who sends their love into battle
Wins the favor of mythic Gestalts

All dreams of my childhood were battles for life
Winning a fight was eventually the blessing
Spirit-Bear has always saved
My life in deep nightmare valleys

Love mirrors from peaks into valleys
Gleam in her eyes
Gaze upon the valley of the second river
And gleam transforms to darkness

In the abyss a serpent
Stretching its head toward the clouds
It wants so badly to go upward
Yet crawls - Condemned to this - On the ground

But traversed by golden light
Broken waves in balance
The being wanders through light-soaked mountains
Snow-white wings in the clouds above me

Born my dragon at midnight

The Gestalts of Future Are Patterns of the Past — underneath

Shadows of the day after. · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

I am so important to myself
Exactly as important
As I am important
And important is the Whole

The most important
The Whole above me
As below you

Not Above Us — neues altes Auge

Emptiness above the clouds. · Robin Jeske

He must be somewhere up there
Up there above the clouds in heaven
Above us however neither heaven nor cloud
Below us though abyss and depth

The fire in the eyes makes us Flow
Laid by the one who dwells below us - Not above us
Through the clouds they send you
Not into His - But into your heaven

Clouded Uncertainty — Don't Talk

Fog-blind. Groping. · Maxine Richter

Far above - Not at the summit
Uncertain what is to be found there
So onward it goes upward

Upward and then down into the dense fog
Guided by the wind of our intuition
One sees not much
Only a Gestalt mirrored in the broken light

Stop Believing in Him — Herz und Gehirn

A heavy coat. · Maxine Richter

Where is his source
Where is the light
Above the clouds in heaven
Or yet in our hearts
Hidden beneath a mantle full of pain

He is in the small
And the small becomes great
The great grows greater still
The greatest consists of infinitely small

You must believe until your experiences show it
Their patterns flow
Through space - Through time - Into Chaos
Truly beautiful into infinity

Faith in the Whole
Through trust in the small

New Flow

Constant Renewal

The eternal stream of Change

Believe Until.. — Süß oder…?

You believe. Until... · Maxine Richter

You believe in yourself
Until no one is there for you
You believe you are great
Until the small defines you
You believe what you hear what you see
Until reality catches up with you
You believe it lies in your hand
Until the Whole defines you
You believe what you think
Until your experience eats through your soul
You believe
Until you die

You believe in me
Until darkness in the Gestalt of words flows over my lips
You believe in your blood
Until it flows in the other direction
You believe in your friends
Until you have no more joy together
You believe in community
Until you end up in the storm at the edge
You believe in white doves
Until you see black clouds in the oh so beautiful sky
You believe
Until you die

You believe in nothing
Until you have nothing left
You believe in your dreams
Until the nightmare valleys open up
You believe you remember
Until time sinks your memory in context
You believe in the good somewhere up there
Until the evil comes from the depths
You believe in him
Until the fallen angel sits in your heart
You believe
Until you die

You shall play with opposites
Until you have found balance
You shall not judge
Until you have truly understood
You shall learn to understand context
Until you can flow with it
You shall suffer
Until hope shines
You shall follow truth and goodness
Until Beauty is true
You shall believe
Until the Whole is whole

To Free Through — Branching

Where do you take root? · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

To root oneself through carrying self-responsibility
Embedded in the flowing Gestalt

Into a context of possibilities
For free pattern unfolding
Toward true Beauty

Of the Whole

To What Comes — Skogsfjord Spindel

The first step into rubble. · Robin Jeske

Oh my God - How beautiful is this I speak softly to myself, after I have absorbed the sight of the endless horizon of the sea, from which petrified friends rise - close my eyes - and let the steps beneath me flow over the stony pattern of my path.

Out and run, and run, onto high mountains to find even deeper valleys, to dive into the Flow of the Whole, to illuminate its beds with fire and fill mine with water of life.

A glance to the right, in the valley a rushing river, throwing white streaks with what was just the blanket of my friends. A breath fills the beds of my Being. Sweeping glance to the left, living shadows flow past me, they dance to the step of mythic Gestalts - great and gray.

Snow-white pillars bearing colorful crowns, shaped by wind, strive upward to the covered peaks knowing they will never reach them. They wait until their dancing spreads wings and the petrified Seven rise and their fire flushes the stream of life into new beds.

Digital World — Müde

Threads that cut in. · Maxine Richter

Blessing or curse
Only the heart can bless
We wrap death in a white cloth
And only cover the pain
Only Time casts curses

The net of woven reality
Borders become flowing transitions
The net spans into eternity
The transformation of Being in full length
Old worlds new on the same core

Some hold cracks in the border zone
For riverbeds and nest themselves in with comfort
Monsters - Until the storm flood flushes them into Chaos
Our beds far below the wave of the good
So we rise over fiery borders of Being
To flood the cosmos with water

Through — Changing Colors

Moments before impact. · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

It goes out into life
Yet I step on life - Every step destroys a wonder
Whether leaves losing their green
Creatures and flowers adorning my dark path
They must give way - Lift me upward
Want to live in Beauty like them

My Beauty meets Chaos - Deep within me
And I hope its Flow does not freeze upon impact
Deep in the heart - When it breaks - A quake
A sign - Dark streaks flowing
For more balance through blinding pains

When Infinity Meets Perfection — Posing Movement

Fingertips in space. · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

We want to lead a beautiful life
See stars and touch them
Our Beauty - Our Chaos - That we carry
From Emptiness - Without money - Into the Whole
We beneath the sparkling celestial tent - Ah the Beauty of the Whole
Feeling thinking - Thinking feeling
One weaves around the other - We begin to dance
On whatever level of our Being do not despair
Everything - Also ourselves - Consists of many layers

Our Self is more than we understand
A Gestalt that glows within us - For no one to see
Casts rays through the Chaos
And draws shadows into the world
How glad we are - When we get the chance
If our doing pleases even just one
The Whole is felled
To grow anew from us
With the first step of the awakening dance

Even Two Meters Deeper We Go Deeper — Flowing Clouds

Drops of black ice. · 施彦仪 · Shi Yanyi

We are everywhere and above all nowhere
Merged with what is
Melted from black ice
It does not taste good to the IS
Yet it never becomes sated

We are far in the background - Close to the abyss
Never failed but also never been anyone
We lie in the riverbed of life
Have only one shot
Storm "Come" - Flood "Come"
We go with it - Without speaking - Down the river