"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.
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,
Words are such crude tools. Pretending to know things. By name, definition explanation What would the world look like? If we had no words, I think that’s how it used to be. Sounds, gestures, cries. Intonation, the movements. We would use our whole bodies. Words can only hope to
Blood turns into rock Rock holds the fire And bursts forth with water Then is the lover’s thirst quenched Elements morphing into each other Tasting the infinite Only to be forgotten And remembered over and over again.
