Above the poor weight

Above the poor weight of our bodies
and limitations of sense
hovers the higher version of ourselves
waiting for our reach
beneath the distactions of thoughts
and restlessness of our minds
lies the pure source

of infinite space
where we once roamed
and to where we will return.

 

On holy ground

On holy ground
winds blow strongly
with force of history
they move
while the world is bleeding
dissolving
crumbling
we burn books
we fight over interpretations
as if reconciliation , tolerance and unity
never were mentioned in our holy scriptures
the original message is lost
beneath the grinding teeth of fear
separate one from the sky and the vision is past.

 

Still me

Earth, ground me!
Water, flow with me!
Fire, transform me!
Air, lighten me!
Come rise within as an entirety
Fill my limbs with nature
Revert to my centre
Still me.

 

Listen

Listen carefully to the wispering voice
of your heart
for it will lead you towards yourSelf
Listen attentively to the windy roars
of your spirit
follow it back home
where truth behind these illusions revealed
the communion behind all diversity recovered
the path which leads to peace regained
just listen to the wispering voice of your heart
just listen
List-en
List-en
List-en.

 

Translucent paleblue curtins

Candles flickering
from the slight breeze
of cold winter air
Warm indigo chandeliers
lighten windows behind
pale blue curtins
The warmth inside
the room caresses
our rosy cheeks
While outside the frozen sky of night
caught in admiration of itself in the snow
Tonight
the world lies cold and still
and haunting and intimidating
Yet, you and I
are safe
and warm
Beneath a pinkflowered blanket
remembering the sweet scent
of summer.

 

Refugee

Fading silently
Without warning
Turning away
Without words
Leaving ungracefully
With my heart stuck to your rubber sole
Sneaking out the back door
While I’m still asleep, unaware,
Still inside a dream.