Sunday, May 22, 2016
Rainer Maria Rilke, Vielleicht sind alle Drachen
Vielleicht sind alle Drachen unseres Lebens Prinzessinnen, die nur darauf warten uns einmal schön und mutig zu sehen. Vielleicht ist alles Schreckliche im Grunde das Hilflose, das von uns Hilfe will
Rainer Maria Rilke, Alle Gefühle sind...
Alle Gefühle sind rein, die dir helfen, dich zu sammeln und zu erheben; unrein ist das Gefühl, das nur eine Seite deines Wesens ergreift und dich dadurch verzerrt.
Crosby, Stills & Nash , Lady Of The Island
just nice..
and i wonder when one is in love how even the word
fucking must come up and how a sentence like
"fucking is boring" will come to the mind.
it can only mean either not to be in love
or to have gone into estrangement too far out.
processing tiredness
what happens when you sit in a restaurant and you wait too long
for food coming to your table?
you are not hungry anymore
and you get bored.
life is so rich around and inside
and we waste it with waiting,
hoping, going against our instincts.
we discuss morals, ethics, religion,
sociology, our past, feminism, psychology, our behaviour, our facial expression, the meaning of life:
definitely we talk too much in situations
when we should just cook our own food
and eat it gracefully without having come to a place where we must feel annoyed
by the lack of what we need.
now i feel so detached...i must go for
a walk and see...all so far, nobody is near,
maybe not even me.
show me ..call me and i can be here. i am thirsty, give me water.
not words.
my words are only mine,
i have another world to give,
my life.
do i still want to?
in the end maybe all was only
a poem and when it is written
it is gone, once read forgotten.
this is up to life.
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