Easterstory

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 …

When

When softness answers harshness
and love replaces hate

When gratitude lives there
where greed once had her home

When ‘less’ softly appears
where ‘more’ was once so strong

Then that’s in you the answer
on what you ever asked me …

Story

 

You’ve never ever hurt me
allthough I thought you did
What I told me about you
That hurted me so much

Since finally all the stories
are back with all the stars
And brother wind soft whispers
In all my silent ears

Soft rain falls down upon me
And cherishes and feeds me
And new clear words fall down
In open fertile soil …