Dem gebrochenen Flügel
Der Schlag des Aufpralls
Der Krach des Brechens
Die Atemlosigkeit des freien Falls
Die harte Landung
Und dennoch freut sich das Herz.
Morgen fliegst Du wieder.
Das Herz ist Natur
Immer am Sterben und immer am Sich-Entfalten
Ist eine Blume
Immer am Sich-Umblättern
Ist ein Universum
Immer am Explodieren und am Abkühlen
Ist eine Schlange
Immer am Winden
Voller tödlichem Gift und heilender Kraft
Und immer bereit, das nächste Opfer hungrig zu verschlucken.
Wow. Who would have thought?… it’s 5 years already.
I started this blog with the intention of posting a poem a day for a whole year – and I did that thtoughout 2013.
I wonder if I should do it again in 2018… 🙂
The theory that some people are good and some people are bad; some people are dependable and some people are unreliable; some people are weak and some people are strong; etc, – is false.
The proper recognition is that you are dependable to some people and unreliable to others; some people experience your good side, some suffer your bad side. In some situations you are strong, and in some situations you are weak.
You are full of theories, but in reality you are just a bunch of modes, like your mother nature herself.
There came a time in my life when I prayed to die. Not because I had no food to eat, but because I had no gratitude with which to eat the food. Not because I had no bed on which to rest, but because I had no rest to place upon the bed. Not because I had no one to talk to, but because I had no friendliness to offer. Not because I loved death, but because I hated life.
Then I met a journeyman inside my soul, full of humility, laughter and ordinariness. And of the boisterous acceptance of the reality of things.
I am still trying to fathom this journeyman, to understand who he is; to come to grips with the simple realities of everyday life, like everyone else also does, none of whom is less weary of the toil than I am.
To become a man, Nigerians say, is not the job of one day. It requires time. Think I not that only I long for Home – every other Wanderer does so as well. Every.
Mayhaps if we made the Earth a better place, the journey would not be so unbearable afterall. Or what sayest thou?