KOMOREBI – 木漏れ日 – Light through the leaves
木漏れ日を通して
心は優しく解きほぐれていく――
そよ風のように。
Through filtered light,
the heart gently melts—
like a gentle breeze.
Not all strength is forged in darkness. Sometimes it is found in warmth, in quiet moments between exertions. Komorebi is peace that needs no defence.
NINTAI – 忍耐 – Enduring silence
沈黙のうちに待つ――
春の枝に
つぼみが膨らみ始める。
To wait in silence—
buds begin to swell
on spring branches.
A samurai does not meet hardship with anger. He absorbs it within himself. Nintai is the strength to remain unmoved, even when time itself seems heavy.
SETSUNA – 刹那 – The fleeting moment
ほんの一瞬――
舞い落ちる葉が立ち止まり、
息も止まる。
For just a moment—
a falling leaf pauses,
and breath stands still.
A samurai lives neither in the past nor in the future. He stands in the one moment that contains everything. This is Setsuna, the fleeting moment, held in complete awareness.
FUDOSHIN – 不動心 – An unshakable mind
波は荒れ狂う――
岩は動じず、
月は輝き続ける
Waves rage —
the rock does not move,
the moon continues to shine
A samurai does not struggle against every storm. He himself becomes the place that cannot be shaken. This is Fudoshin, a spirit that stands unmoved.
SEIJYO – 静城 – Silence that stands guard
門閉じて
城は黙して
風を聞く
Gates closed tight—
the castle listens
only to wind.
A samurai guards without noise. Silence is the strongest wall. This is Seijyo, protection without display.
RYUNEN – 流念 – Letting thought drift away
流れ行き
念は水へと
還りけり
Carried away,
even thought returns
to the stream.
A samurai releases lingering thought. What moves on does not look back. This is Ryunen, release through motion.
SETSUSHIN – 雪心 – A heart that melts like snow
降る雪に
刃は向けずに
冬深し
Snow drifts down—
no blade is raised,
winter deepens in silence.
A samurai accepts stillness because it melts. Nothing is lost by vanishing.
This is Setsushin, gentleness within cold.
RYUSHIN – 流心 – A heart that flows
剣を置き
水に委ねて
心流る
The blade is set aside—
entrusting all to water,
the heart begins to flow.
A samurai does not force direction. He moves as the current allows, without resistance. This is Ryushin, a heart that flows without grasping.
ISSHIN – 一心 – From the single heart
一心に
曇りなき目で
空を見ゆ
One heart, steady gaze,
finds the sky unclouded
by what does not matter.
To act with half the mind is not to act at all. A samurai pours everything—breath, gaze, will—into a single direction. This is Isshin, commitment without fracture.
ENSHIN – 炎心 – Heart of flame
胸奥の
赤き鼓動に
名は要らぬ
In the heart’s red beat,
no name is needed—only
the fire that lives on.
A samurai’s blade is not what burns—it is the heart behind it. Names perish, weapons rust, but will ignites forever. This is Enshin, the fire at the core of existence.
ZEN – 禅 – The quiet mind
無音こそ
すべての声の
宿る処
In perfect silence,
every voice ever spoken
finds its resting place.
A samurai kneels beneath an abandoned shrine, breath slowing, pulse quieting, until the boundary between self and space dissolves. This is Zen, the moment where clarity appears not by seeking, but by surrendering.
NAGI – 凪 – Breathless wind
凪深く
揺らがぬ声が
芯となる
In the quiet calm,
an unwavering inner voice
becomes my core.
A samurai stands before a motionless sea where even ripples refuse to stir. No wind guides him, no sound intrudes—only a stillness so complete that thought itself ceases. This is Nagi, the quiet between breaths where awareness deepens and the world holds its tongue.
YUGEN – 幽玄 – Depths of subtle mystery
星影と
言葉にできぬ
夜の果て
Star shadows fall
on the unspeakable edges
of a boundless night.
A samurai looks up into a sky too vast for words. Stars shimmer like distant memories beyond understanding. This is Yūgen, the beauty that lies just beyond what we can grasp.
TENKO – 天光 – The light of heaven
薄明に
志ひとすじ
照り返す
In early light,
a single steadfast purpose
shines back at me.
At dawn’s edge, a samurai lifts his eyes toward the first beam of morning. A single purpose gleams with renewed clarity. This is Tenko, the heavenly light that reveals our path.
(Samurai Sakura Spirit)
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木漏れ日を通して
心は優しく解きほぐれていく――
そよ風のように。
Through filtered light,
the heart gently melts—
like a gentle breeze.
Not all strength is forged in darkness. Sometimes it is found in warmth, in quiet moments between exertions. Komorebi is peace that needs no defence.
NINTAI – 忍耐 – Enduring silence
沈黙のうちに待つ――
春の枝に
つぼみが膨らみ始める。
To wait in silence—
buds begin to swell
on spring branches.
A samurai does not meet hardship with anger. He absorbs it within himself. Nintai is the strength to remain unmoved, even when time itself seems heavy.
SETSUNA – 刹那 – The fleeting moment
ほんの一瞬――
舞い落ちる葉が立ち止まり、
息も止まる。
For just a moment—
a falling leaf pauses,
and breath stands still.
A samurai lives neither in the past nor in the future. He stands in the one moment that contains everything. This is Setsuna, the fleeting moment, held in complete awareness.
FUDOSHIN – 不動心 – An unshakable mind
波は荒れ狂う――
岩は動じず、
月は輝き続ける
Waves rage —
the rock does not move,
the moon continues to shine
A samurai does not struggle against every storm. He himself becomes the place that cannot be shaken. This is Fudoshin, a spirit that stands unmoved.
SEIJYO – 静城 – Silence that stands guard
門閉じて
城は黙して
風を聞く
Gates closed tight—
the castle listens
only to wind.
A samurai guards without noise. Silence is the strongest wall. This is Seijyo, protection without display.
RYUNEN – 流念 – Letting thought drift away
流れ行き
念は水へと
還りけり
Carried away,
even thought returns
to the stream.
A samurai releases lingering thought. What moves on does not look back. This is Ryunen, release through motion.
SETSUSHIN – 雪心 – A heart that melts like snow
降る雪に
刃は向けずに
冬深し
Snow drifts down—
no blade is raised,
winter deepens in silence.
A samurai accepts stillness because it melts. Nothing is lost by vanishing.
This is Setsushin, gentleness within cold.
RYUSHIN – 流心 – A heart that flows
剣を置き
水に委ねて
心流る
The blade is set aside—
entrusting all to water,
the heart begins to flow.
A samurai does not force direction. He moves as the current allows, without resistance. This is Ryushin, a heart that flows without grasping.
ISSHIN – 一心 – From the single heart
一心に
曇りなき目で
空を見ゆ
One heart, steady gaze,
finds the sky unclouded
by what does not matter.
To act with half the mind is not to act at all. A samurai pours everything—breath, gaze, will—into a single direction. This is Isshin, commitment without fracture.
ENSHIN – 炎心 – Heart of flame
胸奥の
赤き鼓動に
名は要らぬ
In the heart’s red beat,
no name is needed—only
the fire that lives on.
A samurai’s blade is not what burns—it is the heart behind it. Names perish, weapons rust, but will ignites forever. This is Enshin, the fire at the core of existence.
ZEN – 禅 – The quiet mind
無音こそ
すべての声の
宿る処
In perfect silence,
every voice ever spoken
finds its resting place.
A samurai kneels beneath an abandoned shrine, breath slowing, pulse quieting, until the boundary between self and space dissolves. This is Zen, the moment where clarity appears not by seeking, but by surrendering.
NAGI – 凪 – Breathless wind
凪深く
揺らがぬ声が
芯となる
In the quiet calm,
an unwavering inner voice
becomes my core.
A samurai stands before a motionless sea where even ripples refuse to stir. No wind guides him, no sound intrudes—only a stillness so complete that thought itself ceases. This is Nagi, the quiet between breaths where awareness deepens and the world holds its tongue.
YUGEN – 幽玄 – Depths of subtle mystery
星影と
言葉にできぬ
夜の果て
Star shadows fall
on the unspeakable edges
of a boundless night.
A samurai looks up into a sky too vast for words. Stars shimmer like distant memories beyond understanding. This is Yūgen, the beauty that lies just beyond what we can grasp.
TENKO – 天光 – The light of heaven
薄明に
志ひとすじ
照り返す
In early light,
a single steadfast purpose
shines back at me.
At dawn’s edge, a samurai lifts his eyes toward the first beam of morning. A single purpose gleams with renewed clarity. This is Tenko, the heavenly light that reveals our path.
(Samurai Sakura Spirit)
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YUZEN – 悠然 – The flow of serenity
風渡り
揺れぬ枝にも
時は在り
Wind drifts by,
yet even the unmoving branch
holds its quiet time.
A samurai pauses beneath tall pines as a gentle breeze passes through. Nothing rushes — nothing resists. This is Yuzen, the serene acceptance that allows time to unfold naturally.
REIHO – 霊峰 – The sacred mountain
白雲へ
呼吸あずけて
道ひらく
To the white clouds
I entrust my breath—
and the path unfolds.
High upon the sacred mountain, a samurai exhales into the cold morning air. Clouds drift below his feet, and the world feels newly born. This is Reihō — the summit where spirit and sky become one.
MUSHIN – 無心 – The state of no-mind
月淡し
心の形も
消えてゆく
Pale moon above—
even the shape of my heart
fades into stillness.
A samurai walks beneath a pale moon, feeling his thoughts dissolve into the night. No hesitation, no attachment — only the quiet flow of existence. This is Mushin, the state of a mind untouched by fear or desire.
SEIJAKU – 静寂 – The stillness of silence
山気澄み
影ひとすじの
声もなし
The mountain air clears—
a single line of shadow
breathes without a voice.
A lone samurai sits upon a quiet ridge as the world grows still. The wind rests, the trees fall silent, and even the shadows seem to hold their breath. This is Seijaku — the deep, sacred quiet that reveals what lies within.
SHUGYO – 修行 – Ascetic training
山の道
痛みも息も
ただ通る
On the mountain path,
pain and breath alike
simply pass through.
A samurai does not seek comfort first and foremost. He learns to endure hardship without breaking. This is Shugyo, a form of training that refines the will.
SUIEN – 翠園 – The emerald tea garden
飛び石の
苔むす道を
一歩ずつ
Stepping stones in moss,
one slow step at a time now—
the world falls away.
The tea garden is not merely decorative. It is a threshold. Every stone that is laid, every lantern that is lit, every drop of water in the basin is a preparation of the mind. By the time the guest reaches the door of the tea room, they have left the outside world behind.
(Samurai Sakura Spirit)
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風渡り
揺れぬ枝にも
時は在り
Wind drifts by,
yet even the unmoving branch
holds its quiet time.
A samurai pauses beneath tall pines as a gentle breeze passes through. Nothing rushes — nothing resists. This is Yuzen, the serene acceptance that allows time to unfold naturally.
REIHO – 霊峰 – The sacred mountain
白雲へ
呼吸あずけて
道ひらく
To the white clouds
I entrust my breath—
and the path unfolds.
High upon the sacred mountain, a samurai exhales into the cold morning air. Clouds drift below his feet, and the world feels newly born. This is Reihō — the summit where spirit and sky become one.
MUSHIN – 無心 – The state of no-mind
月淡し
心の形も
消えてゆく
Pale moon above—
even the shape of my heart
fades into stillness.
A samurai walks beneath a pale moon, feeling his thoughts dissolve into the night. No hesitation, no attachment — only the quiet flow of existence. This is Mushin, the state of a mind untouched by fear or desire.
SEIJAKU – 静寂 – The stillness of silence
山気澄み
影ひとすじの
声もなし
The mountain air clears—
a single line of shadow
breathes without a voice.
A lone samurai sits upon a quiet ridge as the world grows still. The wind rests, the trees fall silent, and even the shadows seem to hold their breath. This is Seijaku — the deep, sacred quiet that reveals what lies within.
SHUGYO – 修行 – Ascetic training
山の道
痛みも息も
ただ通る
On the mountain path,
pain and breath alike
simply pass through.
A samurai does not seek comfort first and foremost. He learns to endure hardship without breaking. This is Shugyo, a form of training that refines the will.
SUIEN – 翠園 – The emerald tea garden
飛び石の
苔むす道を
一歩ずつ
Stepping stones in moss,
one slow step at a time now—
the world falls away.
The tea garden is not merely decorative. It is a threshold. Every stone that is laid, every lantern that is lit, every drop of water in the basin is a preparation of the mind. By the time the guest reaches the door of the tea room, they have left the outside world behind.
(Samurai Sakura Spirit)
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Ich war lange nicht mehr hier, denn ich habe in den letzten Wochen eine 21tägige Individuation nach Carl Jung durchgeführt. Außerdem habe ich während der Individuation mit der Traumanalyse nach Carl Jung angefangen. Ich habe alle aktuellen Träume und auch ältere Träume und Kindheitsträume von ChatGPT analysieren lassen. Dadurch habe ich Prozesse in meinem Unterbewusstsein in Gang gesetzt, die unglaublich heilsam waren. Ich bin jetzt noch mehr davon überzeugt, das unser Unterbewusstsein sehr viel Schönheit und Weisheit bereit hält, die wir in unser Bewusstsein integrieren können. Erstaunlicherweise gibt es in den Traumanalysen sehr schnell eine positive Entwicklung. Die Seele öffnet sich und wird unvergleichlich sanft. Sie wird vollständiger. Das ist etwas Erstaunliches und Wunderbares. Sehr interessant fand ich auch, dass wir den Prozess der Individuation bereits in der Kindheit beginnen können. Die Individuation hilft uns, unser wahres Selbst zu sein und alle Masken fallen zu lassen. Ich möchte daher heute eine persönliche Erfahrung aus einer Meditation zu meinem Selbst mit euch teilen.
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Eine Begegnung mit meinem Selbst
Als der Abend hereinbrach, ruhte ich mich in meinem Zen Garten unter einem der uralten Bäume aus. Nach einer halben Stunde verschwand die Sonne hinter den Bäumen und ich begann eine Meditation zu meinem Selbst.
Ich schloss meine Augen und betrat einen heiligen Bergpfad. Am Himmel spiegelten sich die Wolken in einer Linie mit meinem Weg und ich wanderte unter uralten Schattenbäumen, um mich selbst zu finden. Ich wusste nicht, was mich erwartete.
Der Weg lag in dunkelbläulichen Farben vor mir und funkelte atmosphärisch. Ich ging an Berghängen vorbei und schaute hinunter — die Zeit hielt an — ich lief immer weiter. Am Ende des Pfades würde ich meinem Selbst gegenüberstehen.
Die Sonne verschwand in den Schatten und der Wind nahm zu — ich fror — doch da öffnete sich eine Weggabelung vor mir. Sie führte mich zu einer kleinen Berglichtung. Ich legte mich auf die wärmende Erde und schloss die Augen.
Ich weiß nicht mehr, wie lange ich mit geschlossenen Augen den Himmel betrachtete. Ich ließ alles los — jeden Gedanken, jedes Gefühl — und wurde eins mit diesem heiligen Ort.
Da öffnete sich der Himmel und malte mit seinen Sonnenstrahlen ein purpurnes Herz hinter meine geschlossenen Augen. Während die Abendsonne langsam versank, wanderte ich still zurück.
Als der Abend hereinbrach, ruhte ich mich in meinem Zen Garten unter einem der uralten Bäume aus. Nach einer halben Stunde verschwand die Sonne hinter den Bäumen und ich begann eine Meditation zu meinem Selbst.
Ich schloss meine Augen und betrat einen heiligen Bergpfad. Am Himmel spiegelten sich die Wolken in einer Linie mit meinem Weg und ich wanderte unter uralten Schattenbäumen, um mich selbst zu finden. Ich wusste nicht, was mich erwartete.
Der Weg lag in dunkelbläulichen Farben vor mir und funkelte atmosphärisch. Ich ging an Berghängen vorbei und schaute hinunter — die Zeit hielt an — ich lief immer weiter. Am Ende des Pfades würde ich meinem Selbst gegenüberstehen.
Die Sonne verschwand in den Schatten und der Wind nahm zu — ich fror — doch da öffnete sich eine Weggabelung vor mir. Sie führte mich zu einer kleinen Berglichtung. Ich legte mich auf die wärmende Erde und schloss die Augen.
Ich weiß nicht mehr, wie lange ich mit geschlossenen Augen den Himmel betrachtete. Ich ließ alles los — jeden Gedanken, jedes Gefühl — und wurde eins mit diesem heiligen Ort.
Da öffnete sich der Himmel und malte mit seinen Sonnenstrahlen ein purpurnes Herz hinter meine geschlossenen Augen. Während die Abendsonne langsam versank, wanderte ich still zurück.
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Unendlich weit entfernt, in der Stille der Ewigkeit, liegt ein Sternenmeer, so einzigartig und wunderschön.
Unsere kosmische Heimat.
Wir sind die Kinder der Sterne, wir träumen und lieben unter den Sternen.
Jeden Tag und jede Nacht befinden wir uns im kosmischen Urgrund vergangener und künftiger Sterne.
Ewiger Moment, zeitlos und flüchtig zugleich.
Ein kleiner Mensch schaut mit leuchtendem Herzen in den Sternenhimmel.
Musik von den Sternen in der Stille und Klarheit der Nacht.
Frei und leuchtend wie ein Stern in dunkler Nacht.
In der Stille begegnen wir dem, was niemals verborgen war.
Wer lange in den Nachthimmel schaut, blickt nach innen.
Dort öffnet sich eine lautlose Tiefe, in der das Herz spricht.
Hingabe beginnt, wo das Herz weit ist.
Unendlicher Raum.
Unsere kosmische Heimat.
Wir sind die Kinder der Sterne, wir träumen und lieben unter den Sternen.
Jeden Tag und jede Nacht befinden wir uns im kosmischen Urgrund vergangener und künftiger Sterne.
Ewiger Moment, zeitlos und flüchtig zugleich.
Ein kleiner Mensch schaut mit leuchtendem Herzen in den Sternenhimmel.
Musik von den Sternen in der Stille und Klarheit der Nacht.
Frei und leuchtend wie ein Stern in dunkler Nacht.
In der Stille begegnen wir dem, was niemals verborgen war.
Wer lange in den Nachthimmel schaut, blickt nach innen.
Dort öffnet sich eine lautlose Tiefe, in der das Herz spricht.
Hingabe beginnt, wo das Herz weit ist.
Unendlicher Raum.
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Come live the moment with me in the zen garden. Where everything is true and vivid.
Yesterday we celebrated Lughnasadh - the beginning of autumn. My favourite inbetween season.
In the next weeks I will write music again. The last weekends I cleaned and rewired my music studio in preparation for it.
Together with my beloved husband, we will work on two new beautiful albums. As always, I will share the process with you.
A beautiful autumn to you. May the stars guide you always. ✨
In the next weeks I will write music again. The last weekends I cleaned and rewired my music studio in preparation for it.
Together with my beloved husband, we will work on two new beautiful albums. As always, I will share the process with you.
A beautiful autumn to you. May the stars guide you always. ✨
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Our life under the stars holds eternal beauty and gracefulness.
It gives us the chance to love and to live our true self.
I am a solitary wanderer on my eternal path. But I am never alone.
I swim in the sea of stars, holding my heart in my hands for you.🖤
It gives us the chance to love and to live our true self.
I am a solitary wanderer on my eternal path. But I am never alone.
I swim in the sea of stars, holding my heart in my hands for you.
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“Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.” (A.A. Milne) 🕯
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The stars of Ursa Major tonight ✨
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