Thursday, April 28, 2016
wer und wo ich bin
der klang meiner stimme ist
wie schnee,
der am morgen friert.
der geruch meiner tränen
ist salzig
wie das meer,
das die möwen ruft.
die haut meiner träume
schließt mir
die augen.
mein herz
singt in den kellern
der nacht.
und nur hier
finde ich
den ton
aus
weite und licht.
wenn du gehst
weiß ich nicht,
wer ich bin.
wenn du kommst,
weiß ich nicht,
wo ich bin.
Dead Can Dance Lifetime 1988
What is a man without virtue?
Who would be king for a day but lacks the conviction?
What is a woman without love?
Who lacks the experience to give her children?
Life means
Time is
There is a child without home
Who withers beneath the dark star, the fool's intervention
Within the dance of our hearts
There is room within our soul, the fruits of compassion
Our kingdom may come
Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe a lifetime
Our kingdom may come
Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, only a lifetime
Johann Sebastian Bach - Flute Concertos (2008)
listening...now...now is now in listening,
here music dissolving pain and transforming suffering
into clouds flying with the wind and rain falling
to give itself to soil and growth
here music dissolving pain and transforming suffering
into clouds flying with the wind and rain falling
to give itself to soil and growth
Queen - Love Of My Life (Official Video)
can a heart be broken? or is it just the child in us, which cannot survive but maimed
when acceptance is not enough and joy is destroyed, even more so by oneself,
the ego taking blind revenge?
when acceptance is not enough and joy is destroyed, even more so by oneself,
the ego taking blind revenge?
Jacqueline du Pre - Kol nidrei (orchestral version)
i wouldn't mind to have my friends listen to this when i die,
but really, i'd prefer a dancing party with live jazz and
reggae and good beer and food and loads of laughing,
about me too.....and please, for God's sake , don't wear black
and do not give me protestant complaintive church songs about
earth and life as a dark valley of wailing...
who knows, maybe i can stll hear...
and if somebody steals my ashes
and spreads them across the sea from a mountain:
you'll make me happy. and you'll be my friend for the stealing
with whom i can smile when you will visit me....thank you
but really, i'd prefer a dancing party with live jazz and
reggae and good beer and food and loads of laughing,
about me too.....and please, for God's sake , don't wear black
and do not give me protestant complaintive church songs about
earth and life as a dark valley of wailing...
who knows, maybe i can stll hear...
and if somebody steals my ashes
and spreads them across the sea from a mountain:
you'll make me happy. and you'll be my friend for the stealing
with whom i can smile when you will visit me....thank you
asking oneself questions
as the observer is involved in observation and as there is nothing happening
which is independent from the observer's eyes
it can be easily concluded that the question as well as the way of question
gives an impulse to life inside and around us.
it is difficult to ask the right questions, onself more than others maybe,
as life happens and breaks onto and into us in confusing situations.
in human relationships which are as free as can be possible from
outside rules partners have to learn to ask the right questions in a given moment
not only in order to understand but in order not to create
even more misunderstanding than is inherent in each
human relation.
Einstein said that God doesn't play dice with the world.
Everything happening has a meaning, and our questions have a meaning
too which enters and changes the course of life.
with a big heart lightening laugh i see that i can learn to stick
to question myself and learn from another one just as well as she can do the same.
and questioning we change the world more than by answering with what we already know.
is this not absolutely wonderful?
which is independent from the observer's eyes
it can be easily concluded that the question as well as the way of question
gives an impulse to life inside and around us.
it is difficult to ask the right questions, onself more than others maybe,
as life happens and breaks onto and into us in confusing situations.
in human relationships which are as free as can be possible from
outside rules partners have to learn to ask the right questions in a given moment
not only in order to understand but in order not to create
even more misunderstanding than is inherent in each
human relation.
Einstein said that God doesn't play dice with the world.
Everything happening has a meaning, and our questions have a meaning
too which enters and changes the course of life.
with a big heart lightening laugh i see that i can learn to stick
to question myself and learn from another one just as well as she can do the same.
and questioning we change the world more than by answering with what we already know.
is this not absolutely wonderful?
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