how it looked in the museum ...
naja and it looks at home with us from ...
 In the soul, in their midst, a bird standing on one leg. 
 
 The soul bird. 
 And he feels everything we feel. 
 If someone hurts us, the soul bird 
 rages around us in; 
 back and forth on all sides, 
 and everything hurts. has 
 
 If we love someone, makes the soul happy bird jumps 
 little funny back and forth, back and forth. If someone calls our name,    
 listens to the voice of the soul bird, 
 because he wants to know whether they love or evil sounds. 
 If someone is angry with us, the soul bird makes us very small 
 is quiet and sad. 
 
 And if we take someone's arm, the bird in us bigger and bigger, 
 until it almost fills us all. So good is he then. 
 
 very deep in us is the soul. Nobody has seen it, but everyone knows 
 that they are alive. And never, not a single time, a man was born without a soul. After slipping the soul in us when we are born, and she never leaves us, not a second, as long as we live. Just as we do not stop even 
 to breathe from our birth until our death. 
 
    sure you want to know, What is the soul bird. 
 This is very simple. It consists of drawers. 
 These drawers, we can not open easily, because each 
 
 is complete and has its own key. 
 And the soul is the only bird that can open the drawers. 
 How? 
 too, is simple: with his foot. 
 
 The soul bird standing on one leg. The second is, if he is still drawn to the stomach. The foot he turns the key to the drawer that he wants to open pulls the handle, and all that is therein, is to light. 
 And because everything that we feel    has a drawer, has the soul bird many drawers. 
 There is a drawer for jealousy and one for hope. 
 There is a drawer and a disappointment to despair. 
 There is a drawer for patience and for waiting too long. 
 also for hate and anger and reconciliation. 
 A drawer for idleness and emptiness 
 and a drawer for the most secret secrets. 
 This drawer is opened, almost never. 
 There are other drawers. 
 you can choose what should be in it. 
 Sometimes we are jealous 
 without that we want it. And sometimes we'll destroy something 
 if we really want to help. The soul bird does not always obey us and brings us 
 sometimes in difficulties. One can already understand that people are different, because they have different souls birds. 
 
    There are birds, 
 every morning the drawer "joy" to open. 
 Then people are happy. If the bird 
 the drawer "anger" opens, the man angry. 
 And if the bird is no longer shuts the drawer, 
 hear the man not to be angry. Sometimes the bird 
 is not good. 
 Then he makes on bad drawers. 
 
 When it comes to the bird well he makes on drawers, which do us good. Some people hear the soul-bird often 
 some rarely hear him. And some hear it only once in their life. 
, so it is good if we listen to the soul bird, deep, deep within us. 
 Maybe late at night when all is quiet .... 
 
  I wish you much joy with the story that certainly know some of you. I must read again and again, because it touches my soul! Maybe it's one or the other, too! 
 
 I say THANK YOU for the kind wishes from all of you will accompany me. Maybe I'm soon back home! 
 
 I press' you very love! 
 
 your Renate  
  
  
  
  
  
  Everyone must find his own way. It is non-always easy, but it's worth looking for the right! It is often not in place, often need a lot of patience and hope!
 way to the screen!!
 for a night of glory 
 he stood in a room in a colorful glitter dress 
 
 as a beautiful Christmas tree. 
 But only briefly takes over the dream 
 Christmas, the night passed, 
 naked he stands, Christmas tree, 
 have died away, the Christmas carols. have been 
 Can all this? 
 sorry it lowers its branches, 
 he feels miserable and alone 
 his Christmas tree existence is low. 
 shone brightly as his candles, artificial 
 right, but very nice 
 it hurts and pulls in his heart, so much he stayed 
 standing in the room. 
 over the words he hears: 
 We need space, he needled much - the tree is quite indignant 
 make 
 joy was his goal. 
 rudely took it from the branches 
 All that made him a beautiful, golden balls 
 the very best 
 shone only one night! 
 He looks through the window next door, 
 go out there no candles, 
 there shines a tree so bright and beautiful, 
 it hurts him to see this. 
 He was just not a Christmas tree, 
 as known from childhood, 
 was only decoration - from the Dream 
 Christmas was here just for gifts. Once it is 
 
 still shine in the bright fire, his heart Christmas tree, and it blazes 
 heavenward with all their might 
 with bright flames. 
 
 © Renate Harig 08/01/2011 
 
  ♥  
Our Christmas tree had well, he certainly has the Christmas spend so, as a Christmas tree just heart desires, I guess.
Much love
your Renate