Genesis

I was spat out on the edge of the world

enclosed in a tough skin

Darkness all around

You came and grabbed me with your claws

threw me into the sea

pushed me deep down to the bottom

and pulled me out again

You dragged me into your cave

and licked the salt off my body with your rough tongue

You fed me raw fish and meat

and prepared me a bed on your furry breast

Then you sang me a lullaby about fishing and hunting

and watching the seasons go by

For the first time in my life

I felt completely safe

So I let myself fall into a deep dreamless sleep

In the morning I took the first breath of a new life

then slipped out of my skin

and straightened up

Light all around

I looked at you

- your mighty body and your knowing gaze

all of your controlled power -

and I knew:

If God were a predator like you

that would give me back my faith

This Great Earth

(for Mathilda *12.06.2021)

Hey little one,

this great earth was given to you.

There's no age limit for its use,

so take it in your hands

and hold it tight

and touch it carefully.

Do you feel the bumps?

These are the mountains 

and the valleys.

Some are very high and

some are very deep, aren't they?

Do you feel the wet here and there?

Dip your fingers in and lick them:

Sometimes it tastes salty and

sometimes it tastes sweet.

Do you prefer one of them?

Or do you like the mix?

Shake your sphere a little bit.

What is trickling there 

is sometimes snow and

sometimes sand.

Some parts feel so cold, don't they?

And some parts feel quite hot, watch out!

And watch too what's going on

all over this miracle ball!

There's a lot of life above and on 

and underneath the surface.

Pure bustling life wherever you look

with your young blue eyes.

Everything is ready to satisfy

your curiosity and your thirst

for knowledge.

So take it and hold it tight

and shake it a little bit,

just for fun.

But also take care of it.

Let me tell you something:

All life on this funny ball

is vulnerable and will leave one day

and knows that

and wants to stay as long

and happily as possible.

So handle with care

and get familiar with the needs

of this exciting sphere

and it will bring you pleasure

for a lifetime.

Hey little one,

this great earth was given to you.

There's no age limit for its use,

just a few simple instructions

to follow to keep it alive.

Some of Us

Some of us had fallen from the sky

Some of us knew the exact number of stars

Some of us were able to tame tigers

Some of us could fly like the wind

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Some of us went to war

Some of us dropped bombs that mortally wounded

some of us

Some of us could not forget

Some of us went insane

Some of us ran amok

Some of us lost our loved ones

Some of us wanted revenge

Some of us were lonely

Some of us spun in circles

Some of us had nightmares

Some of us never woke up

Some of us believed in God

Some of us believed in monsters

Some of us believed in miracles

Some of us lost all our faith

Some of us sowed grain

Some of us dug wells

Some of us dared to do something

Some of us surpassed ourselves

Some of us broke new ground

Some of us got lost

Some of us pointed a finger to

some of us

Some of us wanted to be part

Some of us closed ourselves off

Some of us were in the same boat

Some of us took hold of the rudder

Some of us pushed

some of us into the sea where

some of us drowned and

some of us were rescued

Some of us drew boundaries that

some of us broke, causing

some of us to take up arms to keep

some of us at bay

Some of us came to our senses

Some of us tore down fences so

some of us could get in touch and realize

there were no Others but just and always

Some of Us

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Some of us witnessed miracles

Some of us tamed tigers

Some of us flew like the wind

Some of us touched the sky

Komplette Neufassung und gleichzeitige Übertragung ins Englische des Gedichts Einige von uns, das ich 2016 geschrieben habe

Found by a Book of Poems

Today I was found by a book of poems

It read me in a way that made me feel a better person

I could not turn away and,

to be honest, I didn't want to

It felt like waking up under a loving gaze

So I bought this book

and brought it home

and placed it on the empty pillow

next to mine

(After getting lost in Raymond Carver's Collected Poems for the hundredth time)

An stürmischen Tagen wie diesen

An stürmischen Tagen wie diesen

liegt hinter der nächsten Ecke das Meer

Ich höre es rauschen und branden

Der Wind zerzaust mir das Haar

und bläst mir eine salzige Brise ins Gesicht

Wenn ich die Augen schließe, kann ich die Möwen rufen hören

Sie wollen mich herüberlocken zum Strand

wollen, dass ich die Schuhe ausziehe

und ins Wasser wate

meine Füße von den schaumigen Wellen umspülen lasse

mich nach Muscheln und Steinen bücke

mich aufrichte und mein Gesicht in die Sonne halte

den Schiffen am Horizont hinterhersehe

und endlich wieder ankomme

wie jedes Mal, wenn ich am Meer bin

Aber ich halte mich zurück

widerstehe dem Ruf der Möwen

vertraue allein dem Wind

und weiß genau:

Solange ich nicht nachsehe,

liegt hinter der nächsten Ecke das Meer

Ich schreibe wieder

Ich schreibe wieder, seit ein paar Wochen, seit einem Urlaub, der mich in vielerlei Hinsicht aufgeweckt hat. In vielerlei Hinsicht, da ich nicht nur wieder schreibe, sondern auch wieder Musik höre und tanze und insgesamt wieder lebendiger bin. Oder eben wacher.

Allerdings schreibe ich nun nach vielen Jahren wieder mit der Hand. 

Im Urlaub hatte ich meinen Laptop nicht dabei, auch kein Notizbuch, habe auf Zettel geschrieben und in meinen Taschenkalender. Zuhause dann weiter von Hand und damit es besser fließt, einen neuen Füller gekauft, der tatsächlich perfekt ist. Er schreibt so wunderbar flüssig, da fließen meine Gedanken automatisch mit.

Ob davon auch etwas in mein Blog einfließen wird, weiß ich noch nicht. Ein wenig fürchte ich, dass ich es mir damit wieder verderben könnte. Dass ich nicht mehr so für mich und in meinem Schreiben wäre, dass der Fluss unterbrochen wäre ...

Aber mitteilen wollte ich es dann doch.

Herzliche Grüße an euch da draußen (oder drinnen?) in der Bloggerwelt!