a drop falling

a drop
falling
from a branch

drop in the water
in the lake
without a sound
dissolving

drop
its impact
spreading ripples
and circles around

moving towards out
i am mesmerized
by slow motion
aware of wonder

a drop has gone
but is moving a lake
until a wind rises

to blow over ,
and wavelets
grow across

stir it all
into another dance
and now, an observer,
i am part of life.

here i am,
and i am
here.

Wim Mertens - The Fosse

Wim Mertens Many a one

each one of us is many a one, and all the many ones though not the same are part of one , 
one which reaches into the unknown. 
we need to focus our mind on listening to the essence  whenever we listen to each other, our many ones.
we can only do it when we empty our mind and open our ears. 

my poems as birds

my poems as birds

they have the night

in their plumage,

their feathers are light

my poems as birds

they have a long flight

and they can be

too tired to sing

then i must send

cats and dogs

to pour down

right out of the sky

to cuddle at your feet,

and you can send them

to me with messages unsaid

so that i may understand

i am not good with words

neither to say nor to hear,

i will ask the raindrops

what you cannot tell me

they carry our memories

and they know where we go

all this is engraved

in their clear hearts

when i taste them

i share what they are.

but still my poems as birds

to reach you at night.