Saturday, 28 March 2015

joy and pain

joy and pain
walk hand in hand
to the end of land
until they drown in the sea

the nightingale does not think
she is somebody else,
she doesnt flee herself,
she sings and calls

the fox knows no desire,
he stretches in the sun
or goes hunting,
he doesn't know his colour.

only man needs a name
to call himself by,
never sees who he is,
questions his being

when he reaches out,
he may stumble, fall.
he is used to take
and thinks he rules

well knowing, he does not.
his heart may be kind,
his mind in misery.
entangled in the web

of fate and dreams.
there is no way
but to try forever,
to walk each moment

like a newborn child.
balance is a mystery,
and the earth turms
and turns and turns.

joy and pain
walk hand in hand
to the end of land
until they drown in the sea

ps: one can try other ways...
paths, hope, courage

Beethoven: Symphony No. 3 "Eroica" / Karajan · Berliner Philharmoniker

good night, just as small appetizer

Dire Straits - Sultans of Swing (Lyrics)

ok, let us relax and destroy reality

on the value of ....

a Lady walks in my office.
i have to tell her: yes, you have a cancer growing. she sits there, her face a mask, shell shocked. i try another approach: don't take it so bad. you are not the only one. loads of people suffer from cancer these days, and some do quite well. try to do something nice today.

ps:of course i wouldn't


soon, soon i think,
i can come out of silence
only here.
and it is very silent here.
but i don't want to talk.

as quoted from B.Shaw:
"The single biggest problem in communication
is the illusion that it has taken place."

i was rather looking for communion.

the lack of extension into future and
extension of arms in being is very heavy,
for me.

only shared dreams are reality.

Alan Parsons Project - Silence And I

this is how it will be

David Bowie - Starman

though David Bowie is not my favorite i quite enjoyed this just now

the same walk , light and darkness crossing

this tree of life,
amputated, decapitated,
the roots upside down,
by human violence

of which i thought
i freed myself
but must accept
that i am a part

and here where darkness
grows i see the light,
they flow from the same
source as i do and as you

a walk near Holzelfingen, near home

Benno Koch, photo

Benno Koch, facebook post, photo:

                                                     My name stuck in barbed wire