10.07.09
Standing high
Standing high
on the mountain top
he waited
for the wind to rise
to pluck the pain from his
soul and heart
to tear him from the summit
to take away the sorrow
and the longing
and the hope
to leave him
empty
alone
hollow
Standing high
on the mountain top
he waited
07.07.09
Reflection
So many birds!
I have sat here all night,
eating and drinking
and dissecting my soul.
I look outside
to search for the darkness,
and I see the sky
brightening
in the light of day.
What a surprise!
06.23.09
Oneness
Taking the blue sky in my hands,
a waterfall through my fingers,
azure ocean in my wineglass.
I drink deep, filling my heart,
waves of blazing night,
still pools of clear ice.
My soul floats on sound,
drums pounding my blood,
a feather on warm breezes.
All things are within me,
a multitude of Oneness,
exploding in a rainbow.
06.13.09
Frustration
Plunge the knife
deep deep
the blood sprays
rips and tears
you’re murdering your thoughts
tearing out your heart
cracking the bones
until nothing
nothing
nothing
is left
but emptiness
You…
You walk in shadow,
and yet there is light in your heart.
You drown in sorrow,
and yet there is laughter in your soul.
You long for love,
and yet there is so much love that you can give.
You close your ears,
and yet your inner voice speaks to you.
You move in violence,
and yet peace lies within you.
You are fractured,
and yet healing is not beyond you.
The day will come,
when all the pieces become one.
And the tortured soul
finds the balm that soothes at last.
06.08.09
Haiku 171108
Like tiny glittering diamonds
threaded on a lacy doily
ice crystals have gathered
on the rim of the garden’s water basin.
The frost came suddenly, last night.
06.04.09
I love…
I love the dialogue with you
in which I develop ideas,
which I would never have had, alone.
Your view of things touches me,
so that I discover something within me
that I did not know until now.
Together, we search for solutions,
for the secrets, that make up our lives
and through which we will become wise.
One thought catches onto another,
one experience corresponds with another,
one form of speech underlines the other.
Accompanied by gestures
and carried by a theme of searching,
a building of words is erected
which is home to us both.
I love the free conversation,
not bound with ideologies or dogmas,
only moved by the search
for a truth, which can be lived.
06.03.09
Dappled leaves
The sun
like a painter
spots the dancing leaves
with gold and green and red and yellow
making them glow
in the summer sunset
Hello world!
Despite the fact that I have a regular journal and a blog for my company, I wanted to set up a place where I can work on some of my writing. I’ve been ignoring the muse for a long time now, and want to give her some space to come out and play.
Most of my writing will be in English, since that’s my literary language. But some might also be in German, if the muse wants it so. So just read and see…
