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Wednesday, September 3, 2014
sometimes i am filled with light but i don't dare to tell
sometimes
my heart is filled with snakes
hissing poison
sometimes
my mind is clouded
with fear
sometimes
my thoughts are running
like horses from the whip
sometimes
even the shadows flee
me
then follow my words
at heel
sticking like glue
but then
now
i open the window
will the sun
shine inside
or leave me
blinded?
sometimes....
sometimes
i am filled with light
but i don't dare to tell
my heart is filled with snakes
hissing poison
sometimes
my mind is clouded
with fear
sometimes
my thoughts are running
like horses from the whip
sometimes
even the shadows flee
me
then follow my words
at heel
sticking like glue
but then
now
i open the window
will the sun
shine inside
or leave me
blinded?
sometimes....
sometimes
i am filled with light
but i don't dare to tell
Dhafer Youssef * Yabay
ja....
“I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.”
Khalil Gibran, The Madman
Khalil Gibran, The Madman
"Sainkho Namtchylak. You are the shaman of your life"
"Deep Purple-Child in Time"
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Dogen Zenji
For buddhism, the duality between life and death is only one instance of a more general problem, dualistic thinking. Why is dualistic thinking a problem? We differentiate between good and evil, success and failure, life and death and so forth because we want to keep the one and reject the other.
Für meinen Grabstein, den es nicht geben wird
Meine verstorbene Frau meinte, ein passender Spruch auf meinem Grabstein sei:
Hier liegt er nun verstreut,
er hat nichts bereut
Hier liegt er nun verstreut,
er hat nichts bereut
danger in the park
trees in the park
the crows had gone to sleep
i wanted to kiss you
and birds flew out of your mouth
no, small planes
with little men on speed
opening the lukes
spreading hatred
and tiny spaceships
dropping spiderwebs
the naked children
running and shouting
playing hide and seek
they were in bed too
it rained
and the park was deserted
not much light around
and it was near autumn
around us stood men
in white coats, maybe doctors
with blood seeping from their gloves
fencing barbed wire all around
the blackness in their eyes
was impenetrable
and we went to sleep
with ghosts under the sheets
it is too dangerous
to kiss you.
the crows had gone to sleep
i wanted to kiss you
and birds flew out of your mouth
no, small planes
with little men on speed
opening the lukes
spreading hatred
and tiny spaceships
dropping spiderwebs
the naked children
running and shouting
playing hide and seek
they were in bed too
it rained
and the park was deserted
not much light around
and it was near autumn
around us stood men
in white coats, maybe doctors
with blood seeping from their gloves
fencing barbed wire all around
the blackness in their eyes
was impenetrable
and we went to sleep
with ghosts under the sheets
it is too dangerous
to kiss you.
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