Tuesday, March 10, 2015

who am i

who am i
without my words
like rain on the roof

spring rain
swelling with the
rhythms of life

ebbing with the
low tides and
fading with the moon

who am i
without a voice:

i listen

and i know
who i am

and i know
who you are


everything is blooming, Rilke

“Everything is blooming most recklessly. If it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.”
Rainer Maria Rilke

Blossom deep down

photo and text
Ferdinand von Bozen 
(facebook page)


Blossom deep down,
mountain tops swaying,
wind stretched out in rest,
the tree stands frozen.
Then suddenly a flowering,
and in my heart's center
you burn in me, tree.
Nowhere is there rest in me,
I cry out in flames,
a sea swelling in all things.
Then they too - blossom and
tree - twitch, having already
reddened with sweetness.
- Henriette Hardenberg, Südliches Herz