~~ I know ~~

 When I look at you, really look,

I know that you shrouded some aeons ago.


And today,

why still strive for ongoing endings?


I know,

I’ve seen them,

the hordes of angels

dancing on the tip of your nose,

the blazing flames in your eyes,

longing ignition,

and the galaxies in your solar plexus

blasting into Christmas decorations.


And today,

why still dwell in forever endings?



~~ By the fire ~~

Sit, sit, I’ll make you a cocoa.

Or tea.

We have linden this week,

It dried since you brought it, last time,

Are you cold, from the road?

Sit, sit by the fire.


I’ll be back,

with a lamp and some pie.


And this time,

if you want,

later on,

we can try

to maybe untie the armour of town

and the knot of that you.


And if not,

you just sit,

close your eyes.

I’ll be soon with a lamp and some pie.



~~ Home ~~

 You prayed for home…

so many times…

and walked alone for more than many…


Just take my hand,

you know the way.

It’s through,


and in,

the all.


It’s in the answer.

In the drive, you know…

in pause,

in the detour,

in quest,

in bliss, in pain,

in less, in more,

in wanting and reject.

In call.

In silence.

In noise.

It’s in the touch

In the apple pies.

I mean,

You surely feel, don’t you?

You’re being silly.



it’s in silliness, too!


In surprise!


In heart smile.


In you.

Our verbness is you.


~~ Hey, Man ~~

Did you ever want to lie on the ground,

until you become grass and are inhabited by grasshoppers?

Until and after they hop on you?

To ardently lie,

until the roots of your neighbours make love with the cage of your ribs?


Did you want to be a mushroom, to be travelled by wind?

to be home again and then home anew,

until you arrive in the embrace

of the eye and its storm?

Did you?

Did You?


~~  Beginning  ~~

It’s dusk and the neighbours on top of my roof

still tweet,

next door, cars roar,

my brainmates still waft

like the snow in a ball.

And I begin to see,

how today

is again made of time.

So I start unpacking the noise in the street and the dimness in the sky,

to travel abroad this box

And I begin to ignore

the phantom of re-,


~~ God’s confession ~~

Poetry always walks with me.

When we became the world and all there is,

we both agreed

to never fully merge in one and die.

In the beginning, there was poetry

and in the end, there’s still

My wife and I.


~~ Twilight ~~

Then, in a flash, I drifted,

reshaped forever by the excellence of you

I knew

just soaring.

Later that dusk I’ve seen,

along with all the other paths, the path that’s straight had vanished

The gravity collapsed; the time imploded.

I was just soaring.

And further still,


in roundedness,

a feel:

‘It’s I, let’s play’.


~~ Decision ~~

When too sad,

not to word.

Clean windows, weed concepts, spin in the attic with Sufis and Gods;

they know there’s less in the sadness than it is in the sight.


Heartache, not to be carved in eternal anew.

The song of this siren, not to be hummed to the novice,

nor the roaring that burns what’s not fire within.

Agony acme is only assigned to a few.


When in dark, not to word.


~~ Know ~~

Some know,

on the crests the air is rare.

Most peaks are not designed for over-breathing

nor many other kinds of over.


yet do know,

only for dwellers, waltzing is possible, there.

Most think

the crests are too high,

but for some, they are only first halts on the way.

They are barren of people, but brimming with lustre

and after some visits,

the yearn is to fly.

On the fringe,

by the sky,

to be walked just with grace,

on the crests of the Earth,

do know,

do know of this place.


~~  Looking  ~~

Have any of you lost a dragon?

He’s blue,

he was wet from the rain when I found him,

he gets easily wet because he grows fur now, to better blend in,

and he said that he walked for too long,

mainly during the nights, not to be seen.

But his wings are almost healed now.

He seems very young, maybe less than a thousand or so,

I know because he didn’t yet learn the tricks of this world.

He doesn’t remember much,

but he remembers making you glow.

If you live again, in this time, know that he’s here.

For a while,

he moved near me, by the sea.




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