Kaiser Wilhelm Gedächtis KIRCHE 

* ICH * LASSE * DICH * NICHT * DU * SEGNEST * MICH * DENN *

[I will not let you unless you bless me]

ALTARRAUM/sanctuary

Blue room. Blue around the crown. Just for my crown and eyes to see, not for my feet to see. Smatters of gold and red panes in the blue, reminds me of Egon Schiele.

Here’s what I mean about my foot perspective: the design of the church includes entire walls of stained glass cells, the equivalent of three stories high. The glass starts 12 feet up the walls of the sanctuary. We (MaryJane, me and the other tourists) feel like we are in the ground, we feel like carrots and our root crowns are all that pop out of the soil to feel the blue light of twilight.

MJ and I had a hard time getting to this spot and I am still buzzing, here now where I sit. We sang like a prayer on the train and then more in the hallway (der Flur) as we walked out of the underground.

I hear you call my name, and it feels like home

Someone began playing the organ, in fragment practice phrases and it washed out the carrot-ness of being in the room. Now my most activated sense is letting the sound comb out all my body’s ways of being here.

DRAUßEN im Platz

Outside in the Platz between the sanctuary and the church my head is getting filled back up with the sounds of a shopping center, boiling an egg. My attention is rushing back into the church and flying around the wee fairy carved into the wall.