In the Morning

On a beautiful morning Boop* sits at the breakfast table and pours himself a cup of coffee. The magical birds in the woods deliver the echo of the song on an autumn breeze. Was Boop* too smart & bold to lead his love, or was it a hill that is just too steep?

The song of the Magical Birds
Will she ever hear my song? The magical birds in the woods did. The echo comes to me on an autumn breeze.

Will she ever hear my song? The magical birds in the woods did. The echo comes to me on an autumn breeze.

With their songs birds introduce the dawn of every new day to me. Days that may ever last. Their song is primitive, close to the primordial. And so it triggers the ancient parts of my brains. Back in my crib they already awoke me in a new world with new chances every time their song caressed my ears. Why do they keep appearing through the story of Beep* and Boop*? They first appear in ‘The Horizon will come to Us’ as honorary citizens of the forest. They deliver my song on an autumn breeze in ‘In the Morning’ and for some reason merge their voices with the final chord of ‘The Sacred Background’...
Their song goes further than my eyes can see, I wonder. They echoed my song from the realm where Beep* resided, beyond my cosmic Horizon. Or was it the echo of the moment they picked up the song when Beep* stepped in the thorn in the enchanted woods? It intrigues and marvels me. How did they do that?!

Nowadays I see more and more people that seem to think we don’t need our feathered companions anymore. Our smart technology and smart scheduled thinking knows best to tell when to take next steps in a 24/7 world. We don’t need birds anymore to unmask special people of great importance to the heart. Well, I very much need them and gratefully trust them as my compass.

In this videoclip you will hear Beep* sing this beautiful song from HER heart. What is her perspective? Does this reveal where she stands. Is she really that far beyond the horizon. Does it eventually always need two to Tango? Does it take two people to Believe or can one man’s believe ignite a woman’s believe? Gosh, what an intriguing thought this is!

UB will turn himself one hundred and eighty degrees and let’s see what lyrics that will bring up. And then he will ask Renate to sing from Beep*’s heart. We must be patient and wait for wonders to come!

Back in 2010 Renate Uddin slid very smoothly into UB’s life. Very caring from the start she was and never stopped being so. Her unconditional trust and pride in UB opened him up. And not only does he trust her with all his intimate thoughts and feelings, this mutual sharing also help the both of them to grow. A friend for life she is.
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Beep* September 23rd 2016
In the Morning 
In the morning dew the sun peeks in its realm as it does every Day with a smile. Us Creatures tall and small, thrive and bloom. It’s warmth and love all around. I came So close to her heart in reach of her stretched out Arms. I smelled her Longing for a happy day. My heart knows how to get there. It’s the place I want to be. Too smart & bold to lead us, Is it so? In this morning dew I find myself astray. In this fairy place all alone. In this warmth and love the one thing that’s not here is your silent pride in me. It must be somewhere that I lost track with my love beside me. I knew it all, what’s left for her to speak. Or maybe I did well, it’s that a hill is just too steep. Invisibly she slipped my fingers there. In this morning dew I find myself astray. In this bitter sweet realm all alone. In this warmth and love the one thing I don’t hear are the echoes of our song. The horizon moves. - I see it move away -. It took my love. - Along with the answers slipping away -. Will she ever hear my song? - The magical birds in the woods did -. The echo comes to me. - On an autumn breeze -. In the morning we have breakfast. Eggs, ham, cheese, marmalade. A glass of milk. A cup of coffee*. “Boop*.” “That is me.” “Do you want some sugar?” “Yes please.”

The song of the Magical Birds