Sufi Music (Sukun)

everything moves: dance

to rise
against the wind
and fly with the clouds

to cry out
loud
on solid air

to leave
firm ground
and walk on water

to swim
with
the flow

everything
moves:
dance

i love thunderstorms

a thunderstorm at night. clean air. i buried my wife last year. i buried a hope yesterday. no you. now she. in my garden and with ashes of burnt wood. surrounded by luxuriously growing green. a stone on top. now i am the king of my life again. no queen to join. no roses. but clean air, bird song and open roads.

Today...Niklassee