the moment colors got inverted

two nights ago long after midnight. was so quiet. i could hear the wind moving the trees outside gently. was drinking my tea with cinnamon and honey. my favorite music, bach was playing at a volume only i could hear. was reading something deeply philosophical, i felt content and at peace. then i realized that there was something horribly wrong with all...i needed babies screaming and pulling my ears...and that infant poop smell without being suppressed with fake canned sprays from supermarket shelves! then i realized that i have been listenin to the same boring stuff from that german guy, god knows from what century and been having that horrible tea and letting that nonsense -that was put together who knows after what frustration scribbled on a filthy paper then treated as sacret by some desperate attention seeker get to my mind and- influence my view of what was around...going to victoria with a sign hanging down my neck tomorrow! i am sure david can have the meeting without me... wonder if they at least sell alarm clocks with baby cries!

maybe

rolling stone is me
maybe the river will throw me to the bank
where the grass and moss grows neck high!
maybe a fish will swallow me,
a fisher will catch it,
while gutting it
will just roll me away to the banks...

a gift

couple

when they are alone,
they need no one...
when with people
they are in perfect harmony...

the grain desires the mill.
once in the chamber,
could it have any other shape, but
what the millstone casts!

dogs

maybe i was better off, i could go ahead and say.
i didn't even see the color of your eyes...
and you laid my heart under millstones.
still rather than rotting under the ground
better be crushed, baked and eaten

from rumi

Just because you can’t drink all that falls
doesn’t mean you give up taking sips
of rainwater. If the nut
of the mystery can’t be held,
at least let me touch the shell.

follow

through

thanks

thank you my friends.
never really know what to say...
the beauty of life
and the comfort it brings
puts me to sleep or wakes me up.
maybe it just lifts my spirit.
to drop like a wall nut
from beak of a crow?
even then i would say:
yes, in the rolling stones fashion!
go ahead crack me up!
my dear life i am certainly after you,
to crack you open and eat you
-mouth full-
out of your corners,
if not grind
and make tea
out of your shell!

waiting for the rain

i like the question mark
a sign of respect
for what is out there and reflection.
a human figure that bows
to the unknown,
with humility, anticipation
and dignity

the dilemma

life like a rainbow arches over one's head! it is matter of making up your mind. do you try to reach it or just watch it fade away