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 …
The prayer:
Our father who art in heaven hallowed be thy name ....
could also be prayed like this:
Source in me
sacred in me
omnipresent
You guide all always
earth, heaven, universe,
You take care of me
You show me there is nothing to forgive
for all comes from you and lives through you
Living you is living truth
Living you is living love
Your kingdom flows through me and all
Your strenth flows through me and all
Your peace flows through me and all
For ever
Amen
The shooting stars didn’t make any noise that night
The orange moon set at the southern sky
The crickets chirped
The bats did their acrobats
And then, it became still, so still,
Feeling took the place of words
Gentleness took the place of harshness
Tenderness took the place of wanting to convince
Love took the place of wanting to have.
And suddenly,
in me,
heaven openend
and in the dark still night,
I was
the deep peace of Being …
Forget my words
Forget my stories
Forget what I said
Forget what I wrote
Forget me
and
you will
find Me
Forget me
and
you will
find You
Walking through the dripping forest, abandonned by people, I walked my way. Raindrops on my hair, silent noice of rain falling upon the leaves, putting one foot in front of the other and some old friends payed me a visit.
The forestpath was filled with thoughts, old familiar thoughts, from long ago, my old familiar friends.
“I am not good enough”, kissed me tenderly and disappeared into the rain.
“It is not there for me”, came to me, with hesitation, looked at me, a little shy and dissolved in the wind.
“Nobody loves me”, looked at me, so penetrative, lovingly; she was with me for so many years. It was hard for her to go. Slowly she turned around, looked upon me for the last time and merged with the air.
I stood and saw them go, tears in my eyes. They were so familiar to me; they had given me so much. It was time for them to go. Silence came upon me. I put down my backpack and sat on the moss. One by one they passed, the people who helped me say goodbye to these old friends. Deep gratitude came over me for them, who helped me and still do.
At home, dry clothes, tea, woodstove on, I still feel the gentleness of the rain, the forestpath and the forest. The forest that is my home, that cherishes me, gives me my answers. The forest that is there, unmovable. The forest that I am.
Wonderwalk 