Love and sex

Who did ever tell you
that love had anyhting to do with sex?

Who did ever tell you
that love had anything to do with troth?

Who did ever tell you
that love had anyhting to do with form?

I am about to tell you
that this is not the truth,
that this is just a story
that people used to tell

The love you’re looking for
can not be found outside
The love you’re looking for
is the essence of your soul

This is a whole new story
that is the truth, perhaps.
It’s not possible to believe this
One day you can just BE it …

When

 

When words are no more needed
and all the words are silence

When searching’s no more needed
and searching is the finding

When talking ‘s no more needed
and talking is the listening

Then everything rejoices
in deep and new found silence

And in your heart there is 
the moving sound
of ever present
silent bursting joy …

Let go

When God closes a door, he somewhere opens a window ...

When time has come
And you have set you free
I will just once look back
and then I’ll go my way

I do my chores
And sometimes I look up
As if I heard a sound
That sounded just like you

No expectations, no desire,
And in my heart the knowing
That if you want to come to me
You will find the way

And there you were,
panting and full of sweat
So proud that you have made it
Through the wide and scary world

I love you when you leave
And love you when you come
Because I know that that
Takes place in what I am …

Lovestory

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You never ever hurt me
Although I did believe that
What I told me about you
That hurt-ed so intense

Now finally all my stories
Returned to where they came from
And warm light winds start whispering
The new ones in my ears

Soft rains fall now upon me
And cherish and caress me
And new words gentle land
In open fertile soil …

Maze

Maze

Lost in the maze of illusions and dead-end alleys.
we stretch out our hands as blindfolded eyes.

Feeling touching we keep bumping into the same walls
not knowing that the blindfold is within ourselves.

On a day, when the knot unties,
staying foot behind a thorn bush,
we blink and we see
that there are no walls …

More

More 

‘More’ is now all around us
In shops and in ourselves
What do you think you get
With more and more and more?

What do you search in ‘more’
That never can be found?
What does ‘more’ give you now
That finally will leave you?

When ‘less’ will meet you out there
And looks at you and holds you
Then it could just be so,
That ‘more’ no longer lasts …