"Inspired in Berlin" is a little window in to my world. It contains clear, and sometimes muddy, streams of thought, poems that crawled out of the abyss, and the ones that flew in from far away planets. It also contains ways for us to connect, for practical matters as well as spiritual ones. I appreciate you staying in touch and reaching out. Don't be a stranger, stay a little, take something with you, and feel free to share with others.
Sit and listen Feel the air Touch the earth Let the birds tell you stories Let the fire warm you Your mind is of no use here It’s not a learning process I get it, I think It’s forgetting, to remember When I stop talking And invite them
Sitting by the roadside With all this dust and smoke and the noise And my one year old He stares at everything like it’s magic He doesn’t know It’s just a dirty road in a cruel world My man is not here I know exactly where though
When they ask me if she did her best I will tell them she did, more than that If they ask me, did she show herself? I will look in their eyes, and they’ll know I’ll look to the skies, and the birds will flock in confirmation I’
I am afraid of you Because you are so perfect Self assured and self sufficient You can heal your mind Scan your brain And reverse DNA damage And purify blood You can call spirits And the good ones And the terrible ones All come running with delight You can make
Abandoned is better than possessed, Serving an invisible master is the worst, Outer power unmatched by inner is a malady, Good will without skills and resources is a folly, Being good needs no appreciation, Being right, no compliments, A broken horse can not lead, A knight must respect his sword,
