Water from the Fountain

By Maximilian Beindorff

Water from the Fountain is intended to let the reader find the space within themselves where we can find a bit of peace in these hectic times. Prose and poetry along with vivid paintings give the reader a chance to reflect and find new energy within its pages.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Books on Demand
• Release date: Sep 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9783739276892

Maximilian Beindorff

Maximilian Beindorff, was born in Hanover, Germany. In 1996 his family moved to Washington D.C., USA and later on to Canada where he enrolled in the Bachelor of Arts Program at Victoria College within the University of Toronto for a Major in Latin American Studies and a Minor in Political Sciences, History and Religious Studies. It was at this time that he was first exposed to writings from different cultures and regions of the world, such as Rumi, Borges, Gibran, Novalis, as well as religious texts ranging from the Eastern to Western traditions. In 2009 he began writing poems and short stories and published his first book of poetry, titled „Tongues of Men and Angels“. His avid interest in metaphysics, spirituality, ancient natural medicine, and sciences as well as further journeys through Peru, India, China, and rural parts of Colombia exerted a large influence on his work.

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Book & cover design and layout by Cynthia Andros

www.CynthiaAndros.com

Artwork by Natalia Mezentseva

www.mezentseva.ru

The book is dedicated to…

My family, the source of all that

I was, am, and will ever be;

My friends, the family that

has chosen me;

My teachers, for the lessons and

patience imparted upon me

And to S.M., for when we are lost, you

show us the way towards our light.

Table of Contents

Foreword

I and I

Conquering Genesis

Prose One

Ancestral Tapestry

Return to the Garden

Aster

Simurgh

Prose Two

Remember

Waking from Slumber

Reflecting Paths

Prose Three

Cosmic Gong

Her Dance

Smiling Host

Prose Four

Two Paths

Staircase

God’s Bedroom

Prose Five

Bodhisattva’s Promise

Blooming Past

The End of a Season

Blazing Light

Prose Six

Dance of Worship

War in the Temple

Prose Seven

Door to the Ocean

Diamond Cutter

Orchestra of Drums

Prose Eight

Lonely Rock

Blooming Lotus

Reckoning

Prose Nine

Fate

Numbers

Infinites Necklace

Prose Ten

Learning to Taste

Hereditary Weakness

Wheel

Prose Eleven

Mowaljarlai

Fully Empty

Air and Water

Alphabetical Index

Foreword

At the present moment, we, humanity, stand like young birds on the branch of a tree, ready to take flight. This moment fills us with mixed emotions:

We are overjoyed with the new world we imagine for ourselves just beyond the tree. We can see the outlines of our future upon the horizon of time, dressed in purple robes, welcoming us to a completely new set of experiences and adventures.

Yet, we are struck by fear when we look down and see the ground beneath the branch. If we fail to take flight, if this future we only hear whispering to us is a mirage, we fall to our deaths.

And we are then pulled back by the warm, nostalgic feelings towards our home in the tree. Here, we were born and raised. Familiar with each and every crevice, we watch the budding of the flowers this new spring is bringing for us. To stay here would be more comfortable.

A new world with evergreen cypresses, new possibilities, new brothers and sisters awaits us. We can always return to this tree to recharge ourselves in its familiar warmth. If we refuse to fly, we take from ourselves the greatest gift that has ever been bestowed upon us: our expressing individuality.

Once I was past and future, now I am only the present, and that is hard to bear, with no past, no future.

~ S.L.M. David Mowaljarlai, O.A

I

and I

Read this

As if

I am reading it.

Through these words

We have found

One another.

You read that

Which I now write,

But to you,

I was writing.

And to me,

You will read.

The central point

Are these words

Brought with each stroke