translation of the text on cover picture

I watch the movement of the fire.
Softly, the wood crackles away —
carried by the gentle wind of the lake,
whose barely audible murmur announces the calm waves arriving at the shore.

I sit back and watch the small, dancing shadows of the leaves of the tree above me.
Behind it the vastness of the night sky.
Stars glimmer in the darkness, and the moon curiously peeks down at us.

Here and there, a satellite tracing its path— round after round, its orbit again and again.
I breathe in the night air, slightly smoky from the fire.

Inside me, everything is calm. 

Completely clear.
I feel at ease.

text by 
Johanna Tschernuth