Wonderwalk

Because you’re there for You
because you never leave You

Because you always love You
because you stay with You

Because you always hear You
because you are in You

You can be there for me
support me when I stagger
and hold me when I fall

And tell me on and on
that I am the I Am …

When I have left this body
and fly towards the stars
I just look back one moment
to what has dissapeared

When I dissolve in That
and am what always was
what never ever started
and never came to end

See me in the all clouds
that chase along the sky
Feel me in sparkling rain
that softly falls upon you

Hear me in rustling trees
that whisper in your ear
And listen to the wind
that blows your cobwebs out

What you are, I am too
and what I Am, you are
Connected in the One
that never can be named …

When words are no more needed
and all the words are silence

When searching’s no more needed
and searching is the finding

When talking ’s no more needed
and talking is the listening

Then everything rejoices
in deep and new found silence

And in your heart there is 
the moving sound
of ever present
silent bursting joy …

You call me by my name
And tell me that I’m human
A human that is born
And that will die again

I tell you what the name is
Of this dear human-child
And in that name all is contained
What men expect from it

I can not say the name
Of that which has no name
I only can be still
When You will ask me  that …

I breathe the thoughts
that surface from my soul
and with surprise and still
I see what comes on screen

Out of the depths they come
on their soft feet, so light,
move cautiously the searching hands,
whisper words in hearing ears

I pass in gratitude
what no one ever owned,
what rustles there in every soul
when it is touched one day

The stream inside seems endless now
has no beginning, is still the same,
keeps whispering
until it stops …
perhaps …

When time has come
And you have set you free
I will just once look back
and then I’ll go my way

I do my chores
And sometimes I look up
As if I heard a sound
That sounded just like you

No expectations, no desire,
And in my heart the knowing
That if you want to come to me
You will find the way

And there you were,
panting and full of sweat
So proud that you have made it
Through the wide and scary world

I love you when you leave
And love you when you come
Because I know that that
Takes place in what I am …

You came and went
and sometimes I believed
that you would only come
and never go away

And suddenly I understood
that coming here and going there
are one and the same, of course,
that no one comes or goes

That I’m the space in which
the coming and the going passes
That I’m not that what comes and goes
that I am that what is …

Poem for Sam, my little puppydog, died on May 5th.

 The stones that were layed out
for me by the deep sea
They softly form the forms
that need to be there now

Untill the sea will take
what no one ever had
Like we will ever go
to where we never were

Goodbye my little Sam
goodbye my little flash
you came as rustlewind
And went as dapplewaves

The sea takes all your forms
to caring deepest depths
like you take me still with you
to where no depth exist …

Without your story about you

about your body
about your name
about your family
about your job
about your past
about your future

You are Life itself …

He looked up and opened his eyes. Everything was cristal clear; as if everything had been polished. He saw the tiniest details: the grains of sand glistening on the ground, the feelers of the butterfllies, the stamens of the flowers. And he saw the grandiosity: the little dots that were the planets and the stars, the space beyond the universe, the Grand Beginning.

And yet, he just sat in the kitchen at the table. Somewhere deep in the depths of his body. it felt as if a huge rock had shifted. Every word he wanted to use to describe what had happened deep inside of him, failed. He layed down his head in his hands and tears dripped on the table. Enormous gratitude and joy flowed through him. Liquid goldglow and silver brilliance took the place of where dark cold mist had lived inside of him.

He rose to tell about death that leads to life and was crucified.
Then he rose for the second time to tell that death and life don’t exist. A few people understood.
The third time he rose, he looked around with gratitude and didn’t have to tell anything. He knew that everybody Knew …