Sondra Locke

For Sondra: An Indian sage expressed life and death in a beautiful image: "Your soul came from the land of the spirit to her earthly life as if to a river. There she entered a boat, her earthly life, to cross her earthly existence. Finally arriving on the other shore, she left the boat behind and now continues her journey in the land of the spirit." So, you walk already in the land of the spirit while I am still rowing across the river.

To Sondra: Inwardness for your soul Love wants to go its way unharmed from my soul up to you in heavenly light. How you fear for my dignity. I want peace with all world-judgement, with all over-zealousness, ambition and all vulnerability. Love wants a small release on the path of life so that you, oh soul, will be set free, and I can love people, animals, plants and the earth.

In loving memory of a wonderful person. We will love you and miss you always.

In memory of Sondra The usually always present wind was silent for once and up there in the warm light the sky became clearer and came closer as if I had quietly had entered another world your world Former Winterberg Castle ("Robber Castle") Elbe Sandstone Mountains, June 2025

To Sondra: Your soul light in the soul and spirit world. In the light, the etheric body of your soul weaves and shines in the achieved fullness of past lives. In the wisdom-filled cosmic light, your soul itself lives and reveals its very essence.

For Sondra: Your soul resembles the water. From heaven it comes, to heaven it rises. And down again, to earth it must go. Eternally changing. Your soul, how it resembles the water! Your fate, how it resembles the wind!

Did I find you out there, in the light above the forest, in the blue and the distance of the sky? Or there, where the light touches things directly, at the fine border between the light-like ethereal and the gross material sensual? Where there is coming into being, but we only see what has already passed. So, you ask me. Can I tell you?

Beautiful and magical, talented and feisty. Sexy and smart . I’m so glad she refused to be silenced.

Weightless in the light to rest, untouched by density of earthly pain. In song of truth, the bygone quest is like a high star, free in its domain. Nothing clings to this light of her soul, no dirt, or shadow of illusion It is the joy of one and all, the home of light in the garden of Eden. As lifetimes flow by too eager to stall, soon, floods of light beyond boundaries shall rove. There in heaven, united with all, her soul assimilates into its grove.