Sunday, 28 February 2016

4-Elements-In-1


In one fiery stanza, in one earthly strophe it needs to be versed

In one death, in one birth, the spark should glow and be quenched by water

In one life, find the breath, the sigh to air, the path to the light.


Wednesday, 24 February 2016

Behind bars


Once I wrote lucid
‘I gave up fear for bars
and I was no longer a prisoner’

And that was true for the notion that
It is not the barricades that confine you but
The terror for the nothingness that has a hold on you

However it is a lie when it comes to
The denial of the barriers of guilt and deceit
Wherewith others have bound you from early age

So now I must pen think for yourselves 
Think yourself free from sin that has no worth
Do not give in to the guile that you owe them anything

And admittedly the emotion now and then
More often than sometimes the bars are just fine
Because it excludes the for you so threatening element

But please keep in sane mind
That where the delinquent walks free and
The innocent is in captivity, who deceives who


Sunday, 21 February 2016

Transition (from the book: Messages in colours)


On Wings
I understand the movements of my heart Not
Conceivable things happen When
I put my dreams in motion.

Clear Ways
God knows not I walk Towards
That what brings me further from my goal Which
Crossroad darkens my vision.

Weigh
The longing that puts the heart at ease Narrow
Is the path that I seek to happiness Where
Peace is the fountain the goal my cross.

Friday, 19 February 2016

Another War Child


Like a child looks at its parents
As a chess piece on the board
By the hand of the player
Neatly manipulated

Just as a child regards the parent
Who abuses it in the struggle
For dominance in the marriage
Deadly hurt

How a child gazes at the betrayal
Of the reliance back and forth
Angry, silent and subdued
Unprotected against tears

Like a child looks at its parents
Who dress it in dynamite
For glory of their pride
He stands bare in front of you

Just as this child looks at those children
With sorrow and with compassion
Full of recognition of their pain
I await them all at his feet





Wednesday, 17 February 2016

Moon light 25


If a day knows no four and twenty hours
And a week no seven days
When a month suddenly counts a year
And from here to sun no light may shine

When the world stills in dusk
And the moon wallows sick with fear
Around my kind and her own axis
And no cinder sparks and life extinguishes

Then, in that twenty-fifth hour
Wherein I no longer am
My freed year becomes a divine century
And I finally whole


Epilogue.
When the twenty-fifth hour becomes reality
And your night sleeps a black hole in that one day
Mute where nothing is something and something not
And from that not-being shall blossom your golden age.


Sunday, 14 February 2016

And yesterday Valentine died.


And when you are dead, then what
Does your spirit return to God
Or do you expect to see all your loved ones
And what if you do not have any

And if you're still alive, then what
Do you hand your soul to God
Or do you sell it to the devil
And what if you do not have a soul to sell

And when you are born, then what
If you then later notice
That for you this was a mistake
And your life is not the life you wish

And when you are dying, then what
When the physician shocks your heart
Because he thinks you do not deserve death just yet
And forces you to suffer further with a broken rib cage

And when all has been taken from you by man, then what
When every choice you make is already no longer free
And they chastise you with the burden of a lifelong mortgage
But what if your due can only be forgiven by that One God

Then where can you still go?
To Whom do you turn?
To yet a Valentine?
-
Not on February 14.



Saturday, 13 February 2016

¡Be Whole!


Do you wish peace
Then smile
Against the war
That rages in you

Of all the hurt
You want yourself
And me
Healed

Then stop
With bleeding
For atonement too
Comes after the prayer

Worship your pain no longer
As an adored  unwelcome guest
The reversal still begins with you
And then He will take you out!


Wednesday, 10 February 2016

A Toxic ? A Gift ?


A screaming fantasy colours
my world in black and white.

Horror runs through the trenches
and delirium spreads like cancer.

And i ? i crucify myself
therewith i crucify you every day again.

And you ? What does my guardian do
he rises from the dead after three days.  

And the world cries out !


Sunday, 7 February 2016

One of the very few


Am I a Jew                                                                                                 
Because I worship the unseen God
Of Abraham and my forefathers
I am a Talmid

Would I be a Christian                                                                              
Because Yeshua is for me the imagination
Of the soul of God, the personification of the real man
I would be an Unitarian

Could I be a Muslim                                                                            
Because I say with Ali ‘there is no God but -that one- God’
And I shall never deny Muhammed as messenger and prophet
I could be a Sufi

Well I am then like that Ethiopian king that loved Yeshua as a human being
Also then the Sufi who with Surah 2 verse 136 in his heart prays in the mosques
And in some ways I am one of His true sages of old and even am I a child of miracles

But above all I am one of the very few                 .                                     
Who learned like Jiddu to think for myself
Still forever wants to sit 'at the feet of his Master'



___________
Jiddu = Krishnamurti 




NB.
On  AllPoetry.com there is a slightly altered version published under the title ´How a black swan became a white raven´

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Moon Fire


As a child I dreamt
Of ships in the dessert
And of burnus and sandstorms

Of beduins around the campfire
My brothers in arms and protectors
Nights in a tent, so much more than a home

I the watchful dreamer, the irascible child, heatedly
Weaving on his floating carpet
On which I, as a child of His light and air, can rise

I await the wind, His breath, His prayer
For who calls whom in this waste
I only know that He misses me and I Him






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