My only wish was to be an ecstatic wanderer. Rather than chairs and tables, I preferred the ground, trees, and caves, for in those places I felt I could lean against the cheek of God - Clarissa Pinkola Estés (Women who run with the wolves)

vrijdag 24 juni 2011

Midsummers awakening.

Covered by drops 
of silent morning dew
my dusky consciousness rose 
simultanuously with the slowly 
appearing 
daylight 
A few ribbons of haze
wrap themselves loosely
around the mountain top
where usually clouds and clouds 
and clouds are gathered
veiling the powerful presence
of Rock

I conclude
it is a special morning

The moon´s left side skin
catches rays of sun
earlier then I do
kindly reflects them
into my half sleeping eye


The little busy birds that 
dwell in the garden
started their fuzzy monologues
while the last glimpse of dream
slips from the scenery
an attempt to catch it
results in a secondlong chase
in vain
the only thing captured
is the cloud of dust it left behind
on the horizon 
of the new day´s landscape

The lights on the passing ferry boat 
are still on
but undeniably the night 
kissed me goodbye and with me 
all the magnificent constellations
of atoms surrounding me 
on this old volcanic piece of land 
rising up from the savage ocean

Rags of dusty memories 
of last nights´ celebrations intertwined
This little red roof bathing in darkness
sacred pipes of ancient herb combinations
wild verses of legendary poetry
candle flames igniting our skins
into a cosmic unity 
with the dance of our free souls
Excited like children
about the messages we believe
Nature reveiled to us
old mystical secrets and 
the simplicity
of the laws of existence
The innocence of honey and
children of the Earth


Our naked young bodies streaming
with vital energy
familiar with the luckiest sensations
of burning closeness
to divine women
and fading division between
ourselves and the rocks we rested on
entangled with life´s tantalizing current
unpredictability as our flag
synchronicity as an arrow 
and reminder
that our tracks are stretched out
under our bare feet
leading to nowhere in particular
leading to every single place within
the vast infinity
of the present instant
all its layers
and everything in between


I rest my body on the soft floor
happy as i am
nothing left
to long for













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