Poetry
Heal the earth
I know what he meant When he said May we heal the earth At the end of the ritual
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
"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.
Poetry
Time of men
This is the story of our time A time of men All rusty and falling apart But still holding on
Poetry
Too many words
I don't get annoyed often, But man, sometimes I do, It was one of those moments, A slow juiced smoothie, Of haphazard wisdom, Filtered by an eager mind..
Poetry
In good company
I was drunk when I came to the fire, Now I'm wiser, Does that make me better than others? Of course not, But better, yes. And as they say, good is good, but better is better, so I'm happy, that it transpired, That's not
Poetry
Ordinary days
I was so annoyed, The restaurant just forgot our order My Buddhist friend said I was attached To pleasure, convenience, my ego I shrugged him off Told him he was too attached to Buddhism I made him coffee And he wasn’t happy because I didn’t have sugar “Who