Friday, June 30, 2017
to fly and to die
All is passage, all travel is inside.
there is no other reality.
Only when we can embrace now,
not yesterday,never tomorrow.
The caterpillar has eaten so much.
he doesn't need anymore.He dies.
Awakening he is a butterfly.
He flies and dies.
Thursday, June 29, 2017
the time of 'you': passages, transition
on board of the ferry Helsinki to Travemünde.
sun flooding the deck.
passage on way.
time of transition,
also for me.
next year i stop work.
for years there has been this 'you',
a world of good morning and good night in the internet.
'you' had no space for me,
not in the 'real' world,
a dying dog, a demanding mother, a troubled mind and soul, complaints, problems, worries.
now i catch me still talking to 'you' inside: it is imaginary.
i helped with worries and problems as i could, i could not
unlock your soul and heart.
'you' though real and true stayed without blood,
a person without arms.
and what should grow different because of transition, journeys, a continuation of looking for yourself: there will be always a reason to stay the same. 'you'.
to stir around inside in self and not come with arms open.
i had to leave. sad but free of unrest and no blood running
into a fata morgana, the illusion of water in a desert, sweet for the thirsty pilgrim. repetition of wrong doing and wrong words is destructive, for a 'you' and
a 'me' , and no smiley will
change this.
it will be difficult to not be with 'you' anymore, quiet.
i hear the ship's engine deep rumbling, and my voice will have the same quality, deep in the belly of the whale.
sun flooding the deck.
passage on way.
time of transition,
also for me.
next year i stop work.
for years there has been this 'you',
a world of good morning and good night in the internet.
'you' had no space for me,
not in the 'real' world,
a dying dog, a demanding mother, a troubled mind and soul, complaints, problems, worries.
now i catch me still talking to 'you' inside: it is imaginary.
i helped with worries and problems as i could, i could not
unlock your soul and heart.
'you' though real and true stayed without blood,
a person without arms.
and what should grow different because of transition, journeys, a continuation of looking for yourself: there will be always a reason to stay the same. 'you'.
to stir around inside in self and not come with arms open.
i had to leave. sad but free of unrest and no blood running
into a fata morgana, the illusion of water in a desert, sweet for the thirsty pilgrim. repetition of wrong doing and wrong words is destructive, for a 'you' and
a 'me' , and no smiley will
change this.
it will be difficult to not be with 'you' anymore, quiet.
i hear the ship's engine deep rumbling, and my voice will have the same quality, deep in the belly of the whale.
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
surprise:museum of modern art
how much do i value clearness?
is it like pure water-no, it is distilled and thousandfold transformed pain and joy.
but the installation told me i am happy.
something is wrong :-)
Miles from Nowhere, Cat Stevens
Miles from nowhere
I guess I'll take my time
Oh yeah, to reach there
Look up at the mountain
I have to climb
Oh yeah, to reach there.
Lord my body has been a good friend
But I won't need it when I reach the end
Miles from nowhere
I guess I'll take my time
Oh yeah, to reach there
I creep through the valleys
And I grope through the woods
'Cause I know when I find it my honey
It's gonna make me feel good, yes
I love everything
So don't it make you feel sad
'Cause I'll drink to you, my baby
I'll think to that, I'll think to that.
Miles from nowhere
Not a soul in sight
Oh yeah, but it's alright
I have my freedom
I can make my own rules
Oh yes, the ones that I choose
Lord my body has been a good friend
But I won't need it when I reach the end
I love everything
So don't it make you feel sad
'Cause I'll drink to you, my baby
I'll think to that, I'll think to that.
Oh yeah
I guess I'll take my time
Oh yeah, to reach there
Look up at the mountain
I have to climb
Oh yeah, to reach there.
Lord my body has been a good friend
But I won't need it when I reach the end
Miles from nowhere
I guess I'll take my time
Oh yeah, to reach there
I creep through the valleys
And I grope through the woods
'Cause I know when I find it my honey
It's gonna make me feel good, yes
I love everything
So don't it make you feel sad
'Cause I'll drink to you, my baby
I'll think to that, I'll think to that.
Miles from nowhere
Not a soul in sight
Oh yeah, but it's alright
I have my freedom
I can make my own rules
Oh yes, the ones that I choose
Lord my body has been a good friend
But I won't need it when I reach the end
I love everything
So don't it make you feel sad
'Cause I'll drink to you, my baby
I'll think to that, I'll think to that.
Oh yeah
Miles from nowhere
Guess I'll take my time
Oh yeah, to reach there.
Guess I'll take my time
Oh yeah, to reach there.
as all hope
as all hope
has swallowed itself
by its burden
as rage and tears
fell into nothing
where we come from
as all blood has flown,
mine and the blood
of all suffering
as life is not personal
and cannot be measured
against death
and as all joy
turns into rotten apples,
the way of recycling
so all sadness
will be filled with
the laughter of light
and if an angel
should see this nonsense
he would turn in the air
to keep his eyes
away from misery
and confusion
there is no place
for angels:
this is our land.
turtles..., Helsinki
deprivation.
symbol of slow life..
so?
when our times of transition
and passage go in too much of
a different pace and space:
we cannot remain in yesterday
and not stay with the loved one.
there is always only now,
and now is too late....~
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