Nothing

Nothing happens to me
nothing ever happened to me
nothing will ever happen to me

All that is happening
is happening, has happened and will happen
to the body-mind mechanism
with a name, a sexe, a bankaccount, and so on

That ultimate understanding
gives peace and joy and rest …

Dying

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 …

Wonderwalk one year

 

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 …

Come and go

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 …

Monument

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 …

 

Lovestory

You never ever hurt me
Although I did believe that
What I told me about you
That hurt-ed so intense

Now finally all my stories
Returned to where they came from
And warm light winds start whispering
The new ones in my ears

Soft rains fall now upon me
And cherish and caress me
And new words gentle land
In open fertile soil …

Seeds

The seeds that look like words
put down in you so gently

Are waiting for the wind and clouds,
the snow, the hail and frost.

The shell is hard and takes its time
and waits for what’s in store

and suddenly there bursts
what was concealed inside

and that will find its way
in your infinity …

Branches

Even now in death
They still reach
up and up and up

Untill they shall fall down
in cool and damp moist soil

Upwards I shall reach
Untill I fall to earth

and I will never know
that I have ever reached …

Intense

Light falls through dripping leaves
seen by thousand drops of mist

It seems as if the breath of God
rustles through all the trees

There never was a time in which
the wood, the tree, the leaf,
were so intense
in me and You

There never was a time in which
You were
so intense
in leaf and tree and wood …

Dying

 

Summer dies to fall and leaves the warmth behind
Sometimes there is a touch of summer still on a warm day
And then at last she breathes her last breath

Fall in her restlesness
sweeps branches and cuts trees
So glad that now the storm can have its life
and she can show off all her splendid colours

Then on her cold bleak feet winter blizzards in
And rests upon all creatures of the earth

When spring comes and the buds unfold
the circle round, and again 
life unfolds,
life feeds on life,
everything dies to everything
again, and again, and again …