{"id":10835,"date":"2016-10-20T07:13:57","date_gmt":"2016-10-20T05:13:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/youarestillwithme.ange-li.net\/?p=10835"},"modified":"2018-07-16T10:20:42","modified_gmt":"2018-07-16T08:20:42","slug":"10835","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/youarestillwithme.ange-li.me\/?p=10835","title":{"rendered":"Gelassen loslassen"},"content":{"rendered":"

Loslassen
\nwas ich auf dem Weg
\nverloren habe<\/p>\n

Menschen
\nM\u00f6glichkeiten
\nDinge<\/p>\n

Emotionen
\nGedanken
\nTr\u00e4ume<\/p>\n

\"1300n_p1010383\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Nicht zur\u00fcckgehen um zu suchen
\nwenn sie „meins“ waren
\ntauchen sie wieder auf<\/p>\n

vor mir
\nneben mir
\nunerwartet<\/p>\n

Suchen mich
\nkommen auf mich zu
\nfinden einen Weg<\/p>\n

\"1300n_p1010480\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Klopfen an
\nfinden eine offene T\u00fcre
\ntreten ein<\/p>\n

Sind
\nherzlich
\nWillkommen<\/p>\n

„Kommt herein ihr Lieben,
\nsch\u00f6n, dass ihr da seid,
\nwieder da seid
\nich habe euch vermisst
\naber ich wusste, dass ihr mich findet
\nwenn wir den Weg gemeinsam weiter gehen sollen“<\/p>\n

Vieles scheint verloren
\nmanchmal ist es tats\u00e4chlich so
\noft hat es nur den Anschein<\/p>\n

Loslassen
\nwas sich auf dem Weg als unbrauchbar erwiesen hat
\nals unn\u00f6tiger Ballast, M\u00fche, M\u00fcll<\/p>\n

Loslassen
\nwas nur f\u00fcr eine Wegstrecke gedacht war
\nwertvoll, aber begrenzt.<\/p>\n

Loslassen
\nWeitergehen
\nFreude<\/p>\n

Angelika Lindner, August 2016<\/em><\/p>\n

\"1300n_p1010386\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Text und Fotos: Angelika Lindner<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Loslassen was ich auf dem Weg verloren habe Menschen M\u00f6glichkeiten Dinge Emotionen Gedanken Tr\u00e4ume Nicht zur\u00fcckgehen um zu suchen wenn sie „meins“ waren…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10837,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[560,557,1],"tags":[558,559],"class_list":["post-10835","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-blog","category-gedichte-von-angelika","category-texte","tag-gedichte-von-angelika","tag-texte"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/youarestillwithme.ange-li.me\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/1300n_P1010755.jpg","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s52XRJ-10835","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/youarestillwithme.ange-li.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10835"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/youarestillwithme.ange-li.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/youarestillwithme.ange-li.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/youarestillwithme.ange-li.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/youarestillwithme.ange-li.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10835"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/youarestillwithme.ange-li.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10835\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11541,"href":"https:\/\/youarestillwithme.ange-li.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10835\/revisions\/11541"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/youarestillwithme.ange-li.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10837"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/youarestillwithme.ange-li.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10835"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/youarestillwithme.ange-li.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10835"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/youarestillwithme.ange-li.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10835"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}