a poet

a poet

a poet doesn't need

blood , wars,

violets , perfumes

a poet

needs space,

needs to listen to

what is not said.

a poet

needs to make

silence dance

his words

are not words

but signs

and a breath

to

make you shiver

his words

are a language

of nomads

but you

will not be led

across the dunes

but out

today i am silent

today i am silent

today i am silent,

tonight

at day

i am a rock

amidst chaos,

wishes

suffering

desire

blindness

at day

i translate

words into

meaning

at day

i am there

between

their

nights,

which

they do not

understand

at night

i am alone

i howl

with the stars

and I feel

the earth turn

in my blood

at night

i am desire

and

i move

out of

my shadow

i do not suffer

i am not hungry

nor  thirsty

there is

nothing wrong,

not even me.

i am human

that’s all

at night

i translate

meaning

into words

there is the scent of spring

apple blossom mornings

i am at sea,

dizzy

with the waves,

my courage unbroken

i tied myself

to the mast,

sails set

for the morning

after all

there is nothing to lose.

i am here anyway

rolling and rolling

i will see

the apple trees

blossom

at dawn

emptiness

emptiness
ist just
a means of rhythm

silence
is an art
of awareness

between two waves
is there emptiness
or the ocean?

between you 
and me
is there nothing?

what will 
I find between
heart and brain,
earth and sun,
nucleus and electrons?

there is no matter
no spirit
no empty space

there is music
in a stone
in a tree
in you
and me

matter is spirit
and spirit is matter
dark is light
and light is dark

I am not I
you are not you
but I am I
and you are you

and all is dance
each cell
and each thought
the universe
and the sea



(Goethe-Zitat:
Was wär ein Gott,
der nur von aussen stiesse,
im Kreis das All am  Finger laufen liesse?)