Poetry
A selection of some of my favorite poems I wrote in the last years.
May it inspire you
May it connect you to your heart.
May it guide you home.
*The Tree of Love*
Visible above the ground
Invisible the connection between the core of earth and the sky
Visible as one tree
Invisible the connection to all things and past actions
Visible the bark with many wounds
Invisible the layer of love that cannot be hurt
Visible the adaptation to seasons
Invisible the transcendence of time and space through love
Visible as growing up
Invisible as moving towards the light
Visible the many leaves
Invisible the protective layer from the illusions of thinking
Visible to burn and die
Invisible to transform and stay
Visible as a tree
Invisible as you
The tree of love.
*The Thought of Death*
The thought of death
Associated in my mind with looking in the dark,
Searching for an explanation,
Searching for help,
In the prison of my imagination.
While out here,
In the real world,
The sun illuminates the mountain tops from the night,
Rain drops give rise to morning clouds in stunning red,
Only to return in full glory over the pond for dawn,
Leaving us with a new night,
Moving us into peace before a new beginning.
It is here where I realize that I’m already dead -
It is here in the ocean of awareness -
In the ocean of love -
Where death is merely a thought -
It is here where I’m fully alive.
*Heros*
The ones not looking to impress or trying to achieve.
The ones being offered more without getting distracted.
The ones jumping in the river of pain and sorrow.
The ones staying unmoved in the storm of desires, compliments and criticism.
The ones choosing inner peace over and over while standing at the edge of war of justice.
The ones not running away from fear but walking right towards it.
The ones willing to give away everything knowing nothing is ever lost.
The ones offering relief to all suffering of life.
The ones keeping an open heart after it has been shattered into pieces.
The ones seeing love in the enemy who wants to destroy them.
The ones who are free of the misunderstandings of the ego.
Those are the warriors of love.
Those are the true heros.
Those are the souls reading this poem.
*Asleep*
On a usually busy and distraction-filled workday, just after lunch,
Optimistic Spirit picks up the phone and
Calling the Body:
Voice Mail “Out Sick: Overdosed on fast food”
Calling the Heart:
Voice Mail “Closed by Fear”
Calling the Mind:
Voice Mail “Lost in Thought”
Spirit sighs and creates reminder:
“Don’t call during day-time while humans are asleep”