Looking forward

When you are willing
to loose what is
most precious
to you

When you are looking forward
to loose what is
most precious
to you

Then Freedom gently comes
and touches you
there where to have and to have not
no longer are …

Loosing

How can you ever loose
what you have never owned?

How can you be lost
when you were never there?

What you have never owned
you can never loose

You can not ever be
what words describe for you

You can only ever Be,
lost in You …

 

 

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 …

Let go

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 …

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 …

 

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 …

Maze

Lost in the maze of illusions and dead-end alleys.
we stretch out our hands as blindfolded eyes.

Feeling touching we keep bumping into the same walls
not knowing that the blindfold is within ourselves.

On a day, when the knot unties,
staying foot behind a thorn bush,
we blink and we see
that there are no walls …

Peace

Peace for you
starts as peace in me

Peace in me
is peace for you

Peace in you
has never begun
It was already there
before you were

Peace in you
has never ended
It is there
when you are not …

Holy?

If life is holy
And death is helly
How would it be for us
When nothing ever dies?

How would it be for us
If death is holy too
How would that be for you?

Would death be there in joy
Like life is there in joy
Would you be free of fear
That death you sometimes brings?

Could death be life as well
And birth also be dying
And you for ever being
From which all’s ever born …