Liberty Beckons
Twinkling smiling eyes give space
floating hearts beyond horizons.
I´AM here
I'm always there, I'm always here
under your feet, in front of you
you can meet me looking at me
opening your eyes from within.
I never hide myself, I'm always there
it depends where you are
from where you are looking
blind spots are hiding truth.
Don't search for me so far away
I'm just below the surface of yourself
your need can be fulfilled right now
"hello" may resound from everywhere.
I come out when comparing has faded away
when personal rat race is finished
not asking where you will have to go
just being present in this very moment.
Wherever you walk, wherever you are
darkness and light stays with you
you are your own companion: I AM YOU
the only one which can't be replaced.
Looking over hills
distance seems to melt - nearness
I am where I am
What we are holding
is lost - jailed up - so let go!
Look, it's always there.
Life's quest answered -
birds flying through open space
vanished horizons
Urges fade away
horizon disappearing
silent song present
Spider Web
There is a spider living on our fork truck.
Every morning when I'm unloading the van,
using the fork truck,
I see a beautiful woven web
in the hydraulic system.
I'm trying to drive carefully
not to destroy the web,
but at the end of the day it is gone,
maybe one fine string is remaining,
showing up in the sundown.
But the next morning a new web
is attached to the fork truck.
This happened now for about a week,
I haven't noticed it before,
being concentrated on the work.
There seems no way to communicate
with the spider - to ask him gently
better to look for another place,
more static and out of the traffic
that his beautiful work may last.
The spider is continuing to waste energy
building his web in the wrong space...
But thinking about it in a different way
it might be that this is a 'message'
sent especially to this place and to me.
The spider is telling me something?
Showing me beauty within the frame
of an old ugly fork truck,
sun reflected in drops of night dew,
hanging in a fragile web.
Spider Web (cont.)
Webs are meant to be traps,
but I never have seen anything
not even one insect caught in the net.
It is similar with my poetry work
in the Web of Internet?
Since years now trying to get attention
of somebody who might be attracted
to expressions coming from 'beyond'.
Indeed with very little response.
Am I wasting my energy like the spider?
It seems I do not trap anybody,
but maybe it is enough that somebody notice
'the reflection of the sun in a few drops of dew'?
Maybe this is really all what is possible
and what is meant to be?
Yes, I see it clearer now,
a Web is not necessarily meant to trap.
It is meant to hold a few tiny drops,
within a limited time in the morning
then the web can be destroyed, it doesn't matter.
During the night I can write another poem,
in which during the coming morning
'light' might be reflected from within.
Guiding beyond space and time... to oneself
Thanks, I got the message!
Thoughts - bound to feelings
inspired - sent to open minds
triggering echoes.
Gathered hearts beyond shadows
expressed words - reflecting light.
Feeling Lost – The first step of finding
Isn't 'feeling lost' the first step to find oneself?
One who is stuck in identifications doesn't feel lost
Being busy with one's feelings and thoughts
with all those properties collected during life
being occupied by owning body and soul
and having one's spirit on the right pedestal
this fellow human being indeed is being lost
There is no need to ask or doubt one's being
limited existence provides protective security
density of an established system causes laziness
why should one question or doubt one's state of being?
Only unbalanced people will query themselves
what's asked for is stability combined with worthy goals
giving sense and firmness to one's life. Right?
Or might there be a 'longing' behind all stagnation
a sensible impulse triggering lack of satisfaction
although one's life is nearly perfectly organized?
We use sneaky tricks to suppress inner evolution
nothing may touch fixed measurement of values
but manipulations or pills will not avoid one's move
towards an inbuilt vivid center of silence - yet unknown
So why not confront the fact that we are changing?
What is firmly tried to be held onto forever will not last
not even our lavishly protected personality
around we are turning as our most precious property
adding to it and enriching it with whatever is available
Why not let go of these old established habits?
Trusting that we will be carried to new fields of being
Where existence is lived because we are alive
capable to respond to what shows up confronting us
relating to other beings and things and to ourselves
responsible as alert humans - present and aware
not pretending or lying to be able to survive, not hiding
gradually dropping games and role playing – growing
recognizing sovereignty - by gaining self knowledge
Quarter moon - so bright
during night walk with my dog
full head clearing up.
Gaining space for better view
changes come by letting go.
Nine Questions
Questions, why so many questions?
I feel lost.
Existence questioned
desperate frog is croaking
jumps in - splash - no loss
Why is everything so confusing?
Fire flies soaring dance
hungry frog staring wildly
picks out one - snap! - ah...
Why is everything so loud and noisy?
Density moves loudly
defense causes noisy fights
sustained space within
untouched - remaining silence
split in/out disappears - calm
When will I learn that turning in
is all that matters?
Frog wants to fly high
turning its dense nature -
catch flies - be happy
When will I appreciate
the calm and light Self?
Pond stays in silence
impatient frog jumps in - plush!
desire triggers motion
frog still frog - croaking brightly
water moves - sun keeps shining
When will I believe?
Frog's believe in freedom
eagle's flight turns into flop
shore remains firm - sigh!
When will I love?
Worn out image 'love'
essential longing from within
searched trees in woods
When will I halt and hear?
Your questions subside
music from within appears
hear sound of silence
The answers are waiting, patiently?
Answers are there - now listen:
frogs are still croaking
calm pond - bright sun shine
Longing for darkness
to rest from light and shadows
tied knotted structures.
Moon hiding behind dark clouds
lost in everlasting night.
Silent space of void
mind's fiction of emptiness
big bang going on.
Why dog's howling all night long
as answers never show up.
be
aware
being alive
the basic step
accept life by living it
responding to what shows up
given to you in every moment
trust that all is arranged in the best way
that you get to know yourself more and more
by relating to yourself and all that comes to you
be aware of your motion triggering background structure
from your reactions you can acknowledge the old programs
stepping beside and watching them makes it possible to realize
now you can free yourself by making up your first done decision
dropping that what obviously comes out of your own old history
no hassle, no fight, no struggling necessary, just drop it freely
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Death seems coming near
cocoon's mantle fades away
worn out self-patterns.
History's dark weight lightens
grace of presence - butterfly.
Walking beyond Intention
The strength giving vision
is fading away after decades
of so much struggling to do it right
passing the desert of despair
finding myself still being alone
The intention of self-expression
going beyond limitations
of personal belongings and needs
seems not yet to be fulfilled
'walking the talk' is all left to be done
The ultimate expression on the path
might be the one of just being
without talking, writing or doing
just being aware of being alive
observing the observer observing
Steps of jumping one's shadow
will not be needed or be intended
intention requires an imaginary goal
the center point is not determined
'walking' doesn't depend on directions
Are my words reaching a final end?
Was I writing in solitude just for myself?
Giving answers to my own questions
pronouncing the unpronounceable
transcending void and abundance
As the last question dilutes in plenitude
what else could there be said? - - -
The sun will arise tomorrow morning
as it happened today and yesterday
is there anything more important than this?
Heart's pain calming down
breath fading away
observing mind stays clear.
Fulfilled transition cycle
call from far within - done - ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
The Image of Spirituality
Saved pictures, complete identification:
Being in harmony, being One, being Whole
no separation, no judgment, no doubts
nearly everything is allowed to be expressed
we are all a big family of pure being.
Protected by Angels, helped by spirits
reaching out to be safe forever
not being holy but almost enlightened
purified, we are uplifted personalities
channeling up to highest truth and light!
We can be respected as we respect others
there is nothing more important to be done
with well fitting blinders, the truth is ours!
Multiple adapted images filling our void
doubtless self sufficiency - horizon stays far.
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Cool untouched moon - darkness stays dark
stars continue to blink - friendly signs
of spaces beyond - to be reached
the sun shines bright - the poet goes on writing
finding an echo in space less sound of silence.
Sucked into concepts
card houses of illusion
lie of existence.
Personality bound mind
tricky base for survival.
Illusion of Ego
Thoughts, feelings and body sensations
triggered reactions within human systems
stimuli from 'outside' reflected within
Multiple sparks are openly received - selected:
equal energies are responding simultaneously
chain reactions embracing, trapping one's being
Energy traps - accumulated individually
forming crystallized structures of 'personality'
gaining identification through reflected happenings
Being identified with reactions produces illusion of 'ego'
getting stuck in controlling, manipulating, clinging on -
separated, encapsulated, lost in one's tricky turns
Blowing up thoughts, feelings and sensations
giving too much importance to all those properties
looking for more security searching for confirmation
The urgent need to step out of all games of 'ego'
might cause serious questioning and observing
of whatever shows up in daily life, outside or inside
What could be the possible next question?
Who is asking? Who is the observer? Who am I?
Dropping all questions, going on with life
Only if there is a question - there can be an answer
Going on asking - expressing oneself - asking oneself
relating to whatever shows up - living - meditating
Until turning around oneself, all busy movement stops
noise ebbs away, dark shadows fade into light
the answer without question arises -
Asking the question counts - not the answer
walking the talk - doing because it needs to be done
being reflected through the eyes of the ONE
What's life? Who are you?
trapped butterfly - cocoon asleep
growing beyond - fly!
Worn out words
fun filled limbo
yawning oneself into sleep
Cluttered clouds -
cleared up
put in boxes cleanly - cute
illusion saved - wow!
Coming out of its shell
the snail wonders:
no enemy in sight!
Contemplating...