What binds us
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 …
Human
You call me by my name
And tell me that I’m human
A human that is born
And that will die again
I tell you what the name is
Of this dear human-child
And in that name all is contained
What men expect from it
I can not say the name
Of that which has no name
I only can be still
When You will ask me that …
Let go
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
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
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 …
Peace
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 …




