When clouds asided
In that dark night
And thousand stars appeared
I held you and I felt
The tears pour out of you
The ground on which we sat
Received all dripping tears
And went on with the whisper
That woodsoil’s meant for that
When clouds appeared again
And rain began to fall
The tears were every raindrop
And raindrops every tear …
To know the mystery of life
that is what we want
Who told us there is a mystery?
When did we start to believe that there is a mystery?
When we stop wanting to know the unknowable
Then, what we wanted to know, will unfold
And then we realize
That there is no mystery
That it is all so obvious
That we didn’t see it
We realize
That life has no purpose
That the purpose of life is life
And that no words are needed for That …
The world in all its splendor
With all amazing sounds
The creatures in all their life forms
And all their weardest shapes
The nature with its colours
Beyond what you can think of
Are just the miror image
Of all you have created
Are just the mirror image
Of all that lies in you
Are just the mirror image
Of who you really are …
Away now are the tears
that lived inside my heart
The wind took all the stories
And sometimes comes a little breeze
And brings them back again
The deep unmovability
In wich I live and am
Let waves wave up above
And deep still silence be
This deep and silent water
is what I am made of
It is the same still water
as tear and wave and wave and tear …
Till now you are still sleeping
In deep and cherished dark
Unconscious of the outside
That is the same as in
Then breeze will softly rustle
And words will tender touch
The lighter, softer places
In all the harsh dense shells
And when in that dark darkness
The light becomes a star
That shines so bright and dazzling
As raging blazing fire
Then Consciousness will kiss
what lies and waits within
And Consciousness awakes
and holds herself and laughs …
True to you
begins as truth in me
Truth in me
begins as Grace in me
True to who I am in essence
has never begun and has never ended
Truth is what I already am
Light falls through dripping leaves
seen by thousand drops of mist
It seems as if the breath of God
rustles through all the trees
There never was a time in which
the wood, the tree, the leaf,
were so intense
in me and You
There never was a time in which
You were
so intense
in leaf and tree and wood …
Summer dies to fall and leaves the warmth behind
Sometimes there is a touch of summer still on a warm day
And then at last she breathes her last breath
Fall in her restlesness
sweeps branches and cuts trees
So glad that now the storm can have its life
and she can show off all her splendid colours
Then on her cold bleak feet winter blizzards in
And rests upon all creatures of the earth
When spring comes and the buds unfold
the circle round, and again
life unfolds,
life feeds on life,
everything dies to everything
again, and again, and again …
If God is everything,
how can you prefer
this over that,
more of this,
less of that?
If God is everything
how can you want
the other different
than he is?
If God is everything
how can you not want it
when life, which is God, meets
death, which is God?
What you think you want to be, you are already
And you don’t have to believe that.
How can you believe that
Which is beyond belief?
Not to be found outside of you,
Beyond thinking,
One time, what you think you want to be,
comes to you, effortless,
Unexpected,
Unbelievable,
Miraculous,
Simple …
Wonderwalk 