listening

listening..

into me, into..

listening to Handel flute sonatas

accompanied by the hooting of

my neighbourhood owl.

just..listening.

i learned so much to let go

that i don't see anything

which is still. nothing is still,

all moves. i know i cannot rely

on even me nor on another one,

all changes, dances, gives light,

throws a shadow.

in another view i learned more to let go than to let come.
i learned to run away and to walk back to.
will this be important?

i let go, grow, open, flower, die.

this is all.

nothing i can hear, words sink

into sand, mud. they lost meaning.

and who i may have been yesterday

has already gone.

and i know there is no nothing nor

a something. only travel~

may it be good.

for me, you, us.

if not: no guilt, no regret, no sadness

will change anything.