S. Olyschlager

I’ll show you my world, if you show me yours.
We are all from very different places, experienced by very different frames of mind
When we come together, it’s only our feeling of being, that makes us aware of our time.

We are no more than a body – of seeing, sensing, breathing, dreaming.
But how we’ve never experienced the sense of believing, that our worlds can become joined as one.

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.

How I wake up in the east, while you rest your head in the west.
We become joined when the sun rises through our chests.
A energy like no other that binds us all sister and brother. We are made for more and I can show you, now.

I believe our world is one.
I believe we are all of one.
Of one god, of one centre.
We are different stories, different worlds.
But we can still come together.

Together on the journey, with differences only defined by humankind – although no real difference to make of any kind.
Two souls from different places, now colliding their stories of more to believe in.
Wishing for different places, not as they are, but as they want to have faith in.

Ill show you mine, if you show me yours