Abendfähre

silberner strom, ewiges band
der rinnenden zeit
samtflüssiger abend
durchmessen vom winterlicht

silberner strom, dunkelnde ufer
zu denen wir taulosen ziehn
entworren den schimmernden strudeln
spiegelnder trugbilder

silberner strom, pappeln im scherenschnitt
pinsel im abendrotglanz
verwehender engelsflügel
gefallen vom horizont
eisweiter ferne.

#70

Inside my garden, snowless realm

between the field of poppies and the vine

my favourite place from which I hear the sea:

there blooms your moon.

Wordless

Autumn (IV)

wild runs the silver stream
from mountain's lofty height
as only sound in serene air

amid world's remote end
the peace of falling leaves
caressing forlorn grass
dreaming of bygone summer

the cows have moved
to hearth fires of home
their ringing bells
resounding still between

these walls of rock
gleaming in fires of purple dusk
a smiling angel spreads upon the tops
announcing full hope's moon


deep in the alpine heart
a cave concealed
embraces winter's flower

Flying

There is freedom waiting for you,
On the breezes of the sky,
And you ask "What if I fall?"
Oh but my darling,
What if you fly?

— Erin Hanson

I did it and it was a unique experience : ))

meditation

listen to the dabbling sound of streaming water

listen to the sound of flowing water

listen to the flowing water

listen to the flow

be the water

be the flow

be

.

Beyond Seasons

Behold this dawn
announcing the new day:
there shines your light
of stainless gold.

Behold this setting sun
closing the evening's curtain:
there glows your being
broidering my canvas.

Vanishing snow, first rays
caressing little buds:
there springs your seed
imbuing my chest's meadows.

O glaring summer heat,
bee's dance amid the grass:
your wheat is ripening,
granary's plenty.

Swirling the leaves of gold
in autumns glowing memory:
there flows your wine,
transporting tongue to soul.

Peacefully resting earth
beneath caressing white:
sheltered abides your flower,
rooted in grounds of old.

Timeless ocean of stars,
measured by your moon's path:
your smile its halo,
heaven-eyed.

olive shore

at the shore

salt in his eyes

a drop of spray

joining their oceans

out of the sky

first star in dusk

falling as seed

for a blue flower

beyond horizon's gleam

a deeper light

rustling in olive branches

stranding in roots

stretching into lavender sighs

beneath the waves

engulfing fragrant shores

Tide

she awakens the dawn

and her eyes raise the morning

suffusing blue and gold

with blooming birdsong

unfurling peony's bud

into a lush day of spring

my flower opens

under the tide

of her moon