Awakening

O wow... ...thank you! Now it´s my turn to feel very honoured..

Liberated


Thousands of fragments
finally fallen

The empty plinth
memory
of a past

Cold
Elusive
Imprisoned
Silenced

Streams of blood
like licking flames
fragments melting

Heaven splitting
lightnings
like sharp knives
cleaving darkness

The pitchblack, torn
radiant light
pure gold shining

Stabbing pains
skin burning
feeling born

Caught on the iris
a vision
no longer made of stone

A nightmare
pulverized

A dream
come true

Salty tears
burning lips
joy
relief

No longer silenced
finally escaped
a scream:
"Here I Am"

Thousands of fragments
finally whole

So Listen



Waiting in Silence
are


Words
To be heard


Dreams
To come true


Gifts
To be used


Possibilities
To be seen


Love
To be felt


Waiting in Silence
is


The Soul
To be lived


Through
Me

The Iris

Like after Rain
growing
Like in Spring
blooming
In the Heart of the Eye

Like an Antenna
receiving
Like a Radio
sending
In the Heart of the Eye

In the Heart of the Eye
there's a Treasure
a Miracle
a Flower
the Iris

Make this Heart shine
like the Sun
like a Flame
warming
and it will bloom

Bring this Heart to Life
with Focus
with Passion
follow your Dream
and it will bloom

The Iris
once opened
once into full Bloom
it will show its Treasure
just there, in the Heart of the Eye

The Iris
that beautiful Flower
that endless Spring
that Heart of the Eye
in the Window of the Soul

Travelling in a grey-bag-area

I´m on the road again
for the 259th time
looking for that something
which is all true and fine

I´m on the road again
the direction was my choice
it is said i´ve known it already
back then, when i still had no voice

I´m on the road again
on route ´Planet Earth´
and since a while i have a voice
though still feeling un-heard

Feeling trapped and deceived
all alone and weird
like travelling in a grey-bag-area
like Santa Claus without his beard

I´m on this journey
for quite a while now
i´ve grown into adultery
but still feel the need to bow

Whisdom, they say, comes with the ages
well, i´ve still some time to come, i hope
´cause all i can see right now
is a massive grey area, which i still cannot cope

Not knowing where it´s going
now knowing if my sight is fine
travelling in this grey-bag-area
where the choice to this path
is said to be all mine...

Changing Time(s)

Ever running in daylight
feeling chased by the dark
sometimes trying to surrender
ever conquered by fright

The sun rises and sets again
with me as a follower of its´ curve
but instead of keeping my eyes open
i close them as soon as night sets in

I set the time, set the alarm
at six o´clock sharp
trying to work to the opposite
but wanting to find love without harm

Every next day at sunrise
the alarm wakes me again
but again and again i put it on hold
dozing of to sleep again, it´s no surprise

Maybe the alarm is still not loud enough
what does it take to wake me up
didn´t i get enough messages already
isn´t life already feeling too rough

It´s so easy to sleep, wonderful to just dream
to be just the audience of your own play
so easy to watch life go by at night
to just stick to what once might have been

So much more painful to open your eyes
to the bright light of the starting day
remembering those dreams of what might have been
to see where they ended, how you´re living with lies

Tonight i´m going to set the alarm once more
i´ll give myself a break and will set it at 8 sharp
so my dreams will be filled with the light of sunrise
so my dreams won´t end in darkness anymore

It´s time to see the truth, to believe in infinity
to no longer walk blind, stuck to what might have been
but to wake up and keep my eyes open forever
to start seeing life as a major opportunity

A major opportunity to be the one i really am
to open my heart, free the imprisoned
to get my wings and fly, find the love behind the fear
to celebrate life in the best way i can...

The Silence

In the mist of dreams
i hear noises
soft music
tingling of the stars
whispers of the moon

Whispers of the moon
as if she´s asking me
inviting me
to step into the fog
to find my way to her light

Tingling of the stars
as if they are showing me
the steps of a stairway
as if each single star
is the owner of one single step

Soft music
as a product
of all of it
of the starry tingling
and the whispers of the moon

The noises
reaching my ears
touching my skin
unfolding feelings
like thousands of butterflies

In the mist of dreams
i start walking
the steps of the stairway
guided by the music of the dark
by the music titled: ´Silence´

Silence...can you hear it?

My Farmhouse

It´s a real fight sometimes
a tough battle
trying to be myself
to separate the ox from the cattle

Where the ox is me
the cattle being ´the others´
they constantly follow me
their strength is what bothers

They are so headstrong
constantly wanting me to bow
pointing me only one direction
leading to that frightening shadow

I know what they want
they want me to see
they want to show
truth and reality

Their wish is mine
that´s for sure!
i want to know who i am
to show myself, naked and pure

But it´s also ´the others´
strongly holding on tight
making me feel imprisoned
keeping the world outside

I asked them so many questions
told them so much about me
but they keep on following
probably ´till it´s one of them i decide to be

But that decision is already made
they just don´t seem to know
that the ox already changed direction
it´s just the cattle that still has to follow

It´s like keeping a pet
without training the dog will be master
making his boss only able to follow
probable results: chaos and disaster

Well, there you have it: chaos...
reading this poem once more
i found the cattle is already following
maybe it´s just a boss they´re looking for..

Soulful Living

In my House
I have this room
Upstairs
It´s pretty big
I loved it
Pictured it
as my hobby room
to write, paint
learn to play the piano
maybe even
help others, coaching

Still alive in this House
Only not kicking
Unfortunedly
That big Room?
If you could peel of
the layers of paint
on the walls
You would see
my hesitation and doubts
The clutter everywhere
Mirroring my chaotic mind

My House
mirrors me in totall
The frontyard the future
The back the past
The livingroom my conscious
I have no cellar or basement
So i guess
that makes it hard
To see what lives
in my sub- or unconscious
It´s working through stone

For my House
i am setting goals
to get working
from rock bottom
all the way up
to that big Room
which was love at first sight back then
To clean and clear the space
By decluttering my Mind
So i can finally live
From my Soul

Hide & Seek

No warning
Nothing
Not knowing
we were playing
a game
Hide & Seek
without a count
You disappeared
Ran
As fast as you could
I searched
I called...did even yell
Decided to count
ten, hundred, thousand
a billion
and still counting
Till today

Again
thinking of you
for minutes
and a little longer
something happened
silence came in
peace
no more words
nothing to chase
suddenly speechless
wondering
no needing
no yearning
no craving
peace and serenity
finally
after having played
Hide & Seek
having counted 3 billion
did i succeed?
did i find my Self?
Through you~

I hope so
Still counting
Only now
On my Self