Starlet

I saw her at the train station.

In the newsstand.

I went over and took a closer look.

Sexy boots. The kind she could have worn while standing guard over a gang of men in a potato field with a whip. At the same time, she seemed completely relaxed in her movements, in her demeanor.

I call this story “Sternchen” (little star) in reference to her, but not because I want to put her on a pedestal. She was just like a star in the vastness of the cosmos, which found its way to the magazine store.

She strolled out of the store, and I approached her in the crowd.

I only remember bits of what I talked about.

At first, we both forgot each other’s names.

But one thing was definitely there:

eye contact.

She could hold my gaze the whole time. She stood her ground.

She could handle my presence; she even enjoyed it. And so did I.

It was very pleasant. A great woman.

I just have to talk about flirting. Because that’s what happened.

It wasn’t really about what we were talking about. It was just about the flow of energies. The “letting it flow.”

And when I talk about that, I’m also talking about healing.

Because nothing is more important than simply letting things flow in life.

To escape death a little more, it’s important to let things flow in life, in all their immediacy.

Just like in an electronic system, disrupted energy flows lead to errors, and that’s putting it mildly – it can very quickly lead to a total system failure or serious disruptions, overloading various circuits – in the human body, worst-case scenario, it could lead to cancer.

Well, I hope I see her again.

We exchanged numbers and will hopefully stay in touch.

Maybe I’ll call her in the next few days.

She was a great woman.

Great energy.

Great dance of energies.

Great feminine energy.

I celebrate it.