Salsbourg

A phantom serpent uncurls
at the bottom of my spine
to reveal
a perfection of God's & Man's creation
in the middle of Salsbourg Cathedral of Notre Dame

within a pure cup of white Chinese tea
that brews twice the drip of the sand dial on my table

within the hills of south German villages
and meditation chair that waits for me every morning
as though it was designed for me & my little visit

within the eyes of an old lady that starts chatting
as soon as she meets my eyes in the middle of the train

within hugs and kisses of mothers and children
that connect so deeply but can hardly say a word to each other

a perfection of God's & Man's creation

Neruda - Tie your heart at night to mine, love

Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.

Night crossing: black coal of dream
that cuts the thread of earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.

Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,

So that our dream might reply
to the sky’s questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow.

Pablo Neruda about love

Love
Because of you,
in gardens of blossoming flowers
I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face,
I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you,
I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume,
I am bound to my vague memory of you.
I live with pain that is like a wound;
if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm.

Your caresses enfold me,
like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love,
yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me;
becauseof you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
shooting stars, falling objects.

my cells remember your smell
my body - your warmth
floating in the space between breath in and out
I became your touch

Gift from the enlightened

I looked into his green eyes and I saw
His enlightened glow

He is one of the few - the Lady of Damascus Guardian
Her faithful solder
They take care of each other
Since the 11th century

He is 89, and he intimately knows life and death
and us, the coinsidental visitors of his little secluded church
His hands are sensitive, soft and loving

He blessed us and gave us a gift of a warm heart and a saying:
Birds of anger, hate, worries and negativity
will always fly above our heads - we can not do anything about that
but what we can prevent
is them nesting onto our heads

from Votan - sharing a secret

From the depth
A voice
Is talking to you.

In the night
Two bodies moving
And a shadow on the wall.

and She said - let it be Light
and She said - let it be Life
and She said - let it be Love
and we stayed trans-fixed within Her Game
glued to the existence on this little planet
to the time and space and movement
that can never be
fully
ours

I touched the heavens tonight - were you with me?

Touched by Shining Love

I was touched by shining love
transformed and taken into the universes
of clarity and mental strength
of training and perfection

of Wisdom that manifests as Light

I was touched by shining love
by Spirit warriors, dancers, & followers of Life
that Know but still don't know that they know
that feel and act and ARE

within the world of Enlightened Few