Gretel

Deep into the forrest
was she led
wandering around,
exploring her strength.

So lost, so lonely
found a lovely place
a clearing…a circle…
actually a maze.

How long did it take her
to reach the little house
planted in a middle
not touching the ground?

A house with a chicken leg
the windows, the door,
all was black.

Out came a woman
so old, so hunched
Gretel stepped back
got a hunch…

The smell of food though
was too nice.
If it’s easy to get in
might turned not to be so
when wanting to get out.

The witch made Gretel serve,
convincing her that’s what she deserves.

The girl worked hard
so she could keep eating
the poisonous dishes
loosing herself
forgetting her dreams, her wishes…

until one day
or was it a night?
She was nurturing the vultures
when she saw a really bright light.

The time here’s over
was her first thought
she learned what she had to,
she learned a lot.

She understood who she’s not,
who’s the true master.
The head of the vultures
spread its wings,
come on, faster!

It’s about the time
to wake Baba Jaga
time to collect
more and more chaga…

No! It’s time to move
to a different place,
time to get promotion
for your higher self.

That’s the only master
protecting you from darkness
from every disaster.

Leading you to light
showing which battles are
worthy to fight.

She flew into a different direction
than the one leading to the maze
a happy smile
on her healthy face.

A poison can be
changed to remedy.
What are you choosing this time
tragedy or comedy?

Crawling snakes
or flying birds?
Dead is dead
long live rebirth!

Out of a deep forrest
was she led,
building a new body,
house with a king sized bed.

Comfort, security,
never-ending, so fulfilling
search for the ultimate purity.

Purity of body,
purity of soul,
practises that help others
becoming more whole.

Slowly, surely,
day by day,
listening to
what the body has to say.

Listening, replying,
preparing for…flying.