For what we cannot have, we crave
(and what we have, we omit to see)
-Falena-
250399

Disillusion is just what you make of it;
either it blurrs the whole thing
or just half of it (a bit)
-Falena-
250399

Four seasons in a row
and still nothing grows
-Falena-
060499

Increasing the power; it's just not enough, you know
We must first learn how to use it properly
-Falena-
180399

Millions of ways to seduce a man,
few(er) to keep him
-Falena-
170399

How to listen to a void?
Call something to yourself
and listen to the echo
It might change on the way back
-Falena-
Ending 2002

Was it but a glance, that surrounded you, a pale mirror of the sun
a tiny chance, a search for love, for whenever it could have begun
The night would be empty of stars, if this light could be true
The moon would reflect the sun nomore, cos it shines all around you
So make him silvermoon...
A shifting dream of hypnotising silverdust, radiating light,
like the moon is the mirror of light for the sun
-Falena-
191102

Self-awareness needed before possible awareness of others or other things.
To become one with the things around you or a certain someone
without spoken words & without bodily attachment. Concentration & quiet.
Concentrate on that thing or on that someone you want to communicate with or sense beyond words.
Being by not being. Seeing by not seeing. Hearing by not hearing & saying without saying.
Detachment of the body for attachment of that what is all around you.
-Falena-
Ending 2002

Time, time can be your best friend and your worst enemy.
If it is rested somewhere inbetween it can leave you feeling like you are nowhere at all
or everywhere at once. If there's no time at all, freedom occurs to the spirit and waiting seems less hard;
a virtue of patience is somewhat pulled out of it's proportion, it seems meaningless then and yet,
so full of meaning, one can never let it be denied. If time is frozen still and therefrom streams
a leak of tiny drops of water, into time itself, fame becomes aware of prospects and yearns to grow,
untill time has made a stamp on it. And then remains the question what it will be; outdated or eternal?
Time will tell, if it can speak at all. If it exists at all.
-Falena-
020203

The frightening thing about sex is that everybody finds it so normal. It isn't. It's not.
They take it for granted, as something that's the daily normal thing to do or to talk about or to use in life.
Well, I can't. I need more than that. I can't accept sex as a normal thing.
Because it's not a normal thing. It's something special, it's something sacred. Or at least, it should be.
It should be something so gentle and perfect. The sharing of two people. Not just the bodies.
Because that's just the technical stuff. Sex is nothing without the mind. The spiritual connection.
That's the only thing that counts. Without that there's no such thing as making love. Then it's merely
and only just cold sex. And that is nothing. Nothing at all. Worth nothing at all. Worthless.
-Falena-
050303

Take it one level up, to the highest place,
embrace and feel, level as two,
then become one, first spiritually,
then and only then, bodily.
-Falena-
050303

Someone said to me, that one should be human first and then be a man or woman.
And thus see themselves according to their sexuality, secondly. I agree.
Because when I look in the mirror, here's what I see;
I am nothing, if I can't be me.
-Falena-
050303