Travel

The journey, the step in the unknown,
cautious, pristine, anxious

The path, the street, the field,
known and unknown

The place, the bed, the table
for you to rest and eat

The home, again,
as if you never left,
will put her arms around you
and whisper in your ear
that where on earth the heart is
the home is always there …

Creating?

When we believe
that we create,
don’t we forget
the evolutionaire force
that is working through
the body mind instruments
we call us?

Can we create anything without that force?
Then, who creates, in the end …

New

What I write
is not new

What I write
is no new knowledge

What I write
you can not do much with

What I write
you know already
in you

What I wrtite
touches the wisdom
in you

What I write
is you
reading …

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 …

 

 

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 …