dichotomic

let me learn
how to engrave flaming calligraphy
on the argent plate of the moon

telling how sunset is caught in your hair
painting silver linings on the verge of the sea
in which the crescent immerses
without corrosion or signs of fatigue

telling how your soul's garden
blooms in two almond mirrors
and in the fruit of wine-feathered lips
blessing the world with delight

telling how storms shape
the coast of your ocean
on which the lighthouse stands steadfast
sending beams into night.

but
needless to learn
how on the lightless back
a black-inked tear
sinks into dust.


(for D.)

Mare Serenitatis

Painting seems a bit like dreaming -

you never know where it will lead you

but you feel you have seen or felt it already.

Ethereal Seed

From barren night sky's realm

woven of gauzy ether black

once fell a starlit ray

seed of a timeless flower

beside the shade of ancient tree

growing along the river's bank

Curled in a winter's night

beneath the cover white

glowing in fragrant gold

in spring of balming sun

in autumn time spraying the pollen

of heaven's argent light.

(for D.)

#81

as distant as the moon

engulfed in flower's cup

as close as hour bygone

caught in a dream

Hibiscus Dusk

She's light upon the mountains glazed

in purity of vernal dawn

a ray of sun caressing poppy wings

with touch of gentle hands

Her hair curls into mermaid dreams 

filling a well of joy with gushing stream

a smile lit in a smile of heaven's glint

beheld in angels' divine view

Of moonlit glades inside the forest's heart

you find her dancing in a petal rain

enchanted rosebush weeps in awe of grace. 

Earth sings in blooming vales

'neath her hibiscus flower moon

ripening in fragrant night.

Terror

Im festen Glauben

nur

jenseits des Lebens

den Himmel zu finden

sind wir erfahrene Meister

darin geworden

diesseits das Leben

in eine Hölle zu verwandeln

Traces of You

 Be in love. Stay there.

To Yelena and Serge

From barren lands where ice floes loom

she flew shrouded in grey damp mist

scouring the teeth of ragged heights

abysses fast in craggy depth.

In lone night beneath flaring stars

came wafting breeze of elven song

a vision warm of silver trees

amid a beckoning valley's bells.

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Across the plains of gold-strewn grass

waved riding swift a tireless steed

white-maned, a breeze of evening light

bearing a rider bright and fair.

His eyes were keen yet wide and far

in search for treasured gold and gem

not hidden in fierce dragon's lair

nor buried under mountain old.

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Some saw them passing through the gate

formed by the boughs of mallorn trees

beholding Cerin Amroth's green

immersed in glint of elanor,

niphredil's blooms in ageless grass.

Whither their road may ever go

their footfalls pace in union

Whichever starlight fills their eyes

a sky shines in their hearts.

Quote

    "Die Welt muss romantisiert werden. So findet man den ursprünglichen Sinn wieder. Romantisieren ist nichts als eine qualitative Potenzierung. Das niedere Selbst wird mit einem besseren Selbst in dieser Operation identifiziert. So wie wir selbst eine solche qualitative Potenzen-Reihe sind. Indem ich dem Gemeinen einen hohen Sinn, dem Gewöhnlichen ein geheimnisvolles Ansehen, dem Bekannten die Würde des Unbekannten, dem Endlichen einen unendlichen Schein gebe, so romantisiere ich es. Ohne vollendetes Selbstverständnis wird man andere nie wahrhaft verstehen lernen."

Novalis

Vernal Moon

Beneath winter's white cloak
abides the flower's seed
beyond the shadows' ice
blooms fire of cherry trees

Away blow gloomy thoughts
amid splendour of green
the warming sun's of old
treasure of light is seen

O moon away the night!
The shoal of stars in dance
in petals' fragrant swirl
joyful deliverance.

#74

her smile with paws

lit from an inner sun

setting the sky aflame

from deep within

a jasmine rain of fireflies

becoming silken breeze

on swaying grass

touched by the pinetrees' scent

of moon suffused hands.

(for C.)

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