The Rules of Engagement

 preferably let it all run wild

all in

The Way

 of the world

the way of the holy

holy as contrasted with the sacrosanct by Levinas

questions might be asked and addressed as they should be

Sentiments

 above  below and frozen

until whatever happens

less connection

Partial

 not too sure about it, rather critical

too flat, too plane, in need of conflict

Prestissimo

 hesitation and dithering are the death of it

Sublimation

 all kinds of emotion do actually work, but most of all, I guess, anger

Emersion

 becoming 

like in a mirror but true sided

avoiding all the background noise to be almost brutally confronted

rough and glorious love

Boisterously

 like today's wind blowing away all those poor seedlings

Terms

 applications, conditions, relations (dis-)connected

we have to communicate long distance

What's Cooking

 or has been

the romance of odours

When It Overcomes Me

 sudden explosions and eruptions

The Head Goes

 crack due to all the false dichotomy

how to tell somebody that both assumptions are compatible when they make them out to be in a deadly combat

Head-On

 into the constant now after reading Roland Topor

The Point

 always where it's at

perspective and else

Still

 on the move

Salut au monde

eternal woman

The Move

 out of the picture

belief and doubt, how to do either without the other

How Strong

is your faith?

So the priest put forward the dilemma: There are two people in danger of losing their life but you can only save one of them. Furthermore you know for sure that one of them is an utterly good person and the other is an utterly bad one. Whom will you save? I responded that it depended on the strength of my faith. If my faith was really strong in that particular moment I'd certainly save the bad one.

So be warned.
 

Stepping Outside

 where reality rules or not

Adolf Wohlbrück aka Anton Walbrook thought it odd to act in the outdoors, the landscape, obviously he preferred artificial settings.

Rocking

strong enough foundations that enable the sudden and utter change

The Drive

 almost all the time just happens

and it is hard to pin down what exactly establishes it

Silliness

 look into it

either it is liberating or it reveals a very free spirit

Love it

Perceiving

 the changes 

a lifetime 

 

all the phoney opposites eating away the heart

 

Contortions

playing with the impossible

Stunned

inbetween maybe floating or even time to relax

 

The Constant Distraction

 dragging one away from the possibility of boredom and creativity

The Verge Most Certainly

 and always most welcome

the fringes and all

must see

Action

 when it runs natural

like breathing

Eminence

 protruting all over the place

What's it to anybody anyway?!

Touché

the physical touch that only slightly corresponds to the turmoil inside

Picked and Saved

 within the passion running so deep

Jumpy

 due to the constant spinning

 

the roundabout future

What's Real

 mostly immaterial

the vanishing point

Ahead

 the emergence of an emergency

the rise

Hit

 and run over by 

surprise

Tenderness

 just trying to move there

holding the mental image of a possibility

Curiosity

 still looking into it

Nonchalantly

casually being the center of attention

Gazing

 at the bouncy navel

The Happening

 just wait and see

The World

in itself
 

 

presence in the constant now

 

resting on the past's foundations

 

growing somewhere

Intrinsic

 replacement there is none

Staring and Weighing

 he who gets to decide will probably also have to bare the blame

The Times

 one realises the point has gone, never to return

so come what come may...anyway

Insistent

 looking through the layers

just like an angel

Escaping

 from all the branding

waving goodbye to the tags

to finally see what's there

Measure For Measure

 down on the knees

the dimension and proportions 

just the self

Dance

 as it wiggles itself into the brain

earworm

"holding on to you, my brother, holding on to you, my love"

Swoon

 swept off the feet by the unlikliest of situations

thoughtful

The Glorious Hunt

 for the joke

when liberty and free will are at its finest

Tired, Old

 devil

 

losing it