Longing is from a different fabric

when it is torn between picture and frame

Without contingence to merge one another

One would be empty and One go insane

A ring fell off my finger.
I thought I couldn’t live without it.

Little by little my hand starts to forget.

In an instance three days have passed. 
I tended to leap just three hours.

The world is speeding up, or is it slowing down.
It seems time is losing its sense of me.

On the bus I met this world traveler. 
He was prone to tell his adventures to every newcomer taking a seat close to his. 
The last couple of months he had been hopping from country to country and what drove him 
was seemingly the same reason making someone hop from bar to bar in a muggy Saturday night. 
Every moment I suspected him to draw a checklist out of his pocket.

Wood cracks near my feet

Our own pretty ways 
led me to a clearing 

Lazing between pine trees
I smile at the swing

You are the blood stream 
nurturing its string

I don't know how to say what I have to say.

Did ... you sleep okay?

I wandered through a land where cats lived in the streets. 
They looked quite rough and weather-beaten. 
Except for one, beautiful and sublime she was. 
Thinking about it now she must have been a king.

There was this teacher and every time he lectured I whispered the words before he spoke them.

Still I attended his classes. Only in his presence I knew.
Perhaps one day I may whisper on my own.

I was going to have breakfast

Arranged the table cloth

Smoothing out the creases

The way you used to do

I sat down right beside me

The place you sat before

Tried to speak a blessing

Had lost the holy words

I looked at all the mercies

Couldn’t eat a piece

And when I looked beside me

And saw my empty chair

I felt that I could never

Till I sat over there

Without its eruptions the volcano could call itself a hill.

Einige treiben ab und stoßen sich, manchmal stoßen sie verwundert an mich.
Abgekämpfte Schwimmer. Sie fragen mich, was machst du, ich sage, ich stehe.
Dann und wann erhebt ein Treibender sich, in gebührendem Abstand, selten direkt neben mir.
Wir stehen nicht allein im Fluss.

Casting the dice

One day we played this game and I could make the dice throw whatever I liked.
It wasn’t loaded.
My sister got upset. She was losing.
I played this trick and it was fun. Nobody believed it anyway.
My sister knew and cried. She never liked to play with me.
I always won.

Why is it that everything depends on the perspective?
And why do I always feel that mine is an intricate one? 
I so wished sometimes I could just have yours. But then again it wouldn’t be mine. 
There are no absolutes in life. I just set my face against the wind. The direction is beyond my will.
And my sight depends on how strong the wind blows into my perspective.

The inner substance of progress is silence.

Throw yourself fetterless

get lost in deep waters

and drown.

While you sink you'll find yourself

in the embracing love of the remembering ocean.

Clear water makes us think we can see clearly. 
We tend to forget 
we are merely little drops 
in the midst of a delta’s massive influx. 
Infinity is a reflexive mirror 
veiling the misty ambiance.

On your forehead a bird in the sky.

Eventually he settles in my spine.

To fall in place things take time.

In a rush a bird flees but does not fly.

 Dein Blick in meiner Brust.

Sofort hat er sich eingenistet.

Mein Atem streift sein Gefieder.

Er duckt sich leicht und regt sich nicht,

weiß er doch, wie tief er sitzt.

Fish will come with the current.

 ... - except you fish in a pond.

Till I fly and follow

Sitting in a grid of grass bedded between flowers

orchards and rivers, islands and oceans

in the far distance unfolding magic sands

Above all 

a forbearing moon and his harem of stars

They fill my heart with light

with storm they fill my wings

till I fly and follow 

thrusting birds 

I consider you in the sands 

drawing hasty patterns

Let’s rise tonight and touch the stars

arrange the template for your drawings

they belong to all of us

are meant to come, are meant to pass

fading with strong currents