Spring paints without brush Leaf buds blossom heart shaped What a great lover A Robin redbreast In a flutter of spirits Proudly presents hope The Ides of March Only cowslip bells ringing Lay down your weapons
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Austrian, born in Lower Austria, Reinhold Stipsits spent most of his academic career as professor for social pedagogics at the University of Vienna. He was Visiting Scholar at the University of Texas in Austin, served as a reviewer of study programs in Lithuania, Croatia, Bosnia. He was fortunate to meet and work with distinguished people in the field of psychology such as Douglas A. Land, Carl R. Rogers and John M. Shlien. As author and as a person-centered psychotherapist he is committed to trust the process. Therein he considers himself as a tour guide into the amusement park of life. He pursues a goal to share experiences and encounters in all kinds of habitat. He writes poetry, mainly haiku, short stories and semi-fictional reportages.
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