second order beings

a dreamer, you are

sleeping under trees,

collect and taste

not the mango but its shades

sweetness of uncollected time

melts on your tongue

you threw at me maturity

a child’s glance

second order beings

swallow the sun, spit stars,

don’t! you said

break boundaries

of a little garden

that has overrun

all its giant fences

why would weed hear of that,

it cannot read

instructions of a recipe book

made for eloquent dishes

taste is

all it cares for

and it cares for wishes

The favourite

While we sat under the mango tree

In the shade of His mighty branches

You exhaled your breath on me

Soaked in air and rain

All my madness and pain

Disappeared behind the contour of a mountain 

I followed the sun

To a lake of indigo blue

It had the size of an ocean

I taught you not to run

All there is to do, I said

Is to keep the mind in slow motion

That was one hour ago

Now there is coffee on the table

I'm watching a late night show

And you are out

To feed your favourite horse in the stable

Erwarte ich

Du lernst mich

Das Fuerchten

Deiner Neigung,

Wenn Dein Atem

Die Stille

Des Abends umstimmt,

Im vertrauten Gras

Erwarte ich

Toene der Vertreibung

My thoughts fell apart

When I was lying on grass

Surrounded by your shadows

I prayed for stars

To lighten your path

Your shadows grew darker

My thoughts fell apart

In an abyss of water

We swallowed the meadows

Of your lake’s fundament

Too heavy to swim

To get to the rim

Of the lake you had gouged

Into my piece of land

Green and soft

It had been on surface

Why did you bend

Each single tip of grass

Was it not enough

That the child had a drum

To beat into my heart

All those melodies

You feed to the birds

Every day I wonder

Will they come to an end

When trees begin to ponder

When leaves begin to bend

Rivers are illusions

Of a merciful sun

They make me strong

So I can walk along

In the vastness of a shiver

The scent of tears

Lingers behind corners

When rain fell on my skin

The last time I felt spring

You walked so fast

I forgot to chart

The tiny little cracks

That make leeway 

For whispers from within

      

blues

you are my blues

in every sense

are you the muse

that leaves me blind

in all the queues

when I get stuck

without excuse

authenticity

authenticity is complete awareness of all being nothing without alternative in a state of all alternatives while at the same time knowing to be a growing feather in the chaos of the bird that is nothing but dust in a process of emergence towards no point in time
i am
without variance
every thing
and 
no thing
at all
dumdidum ey ey