SPARK OF LIFE (Sketches/Remix)

 

bird and tree

 

touching your branches with my wings

somewhere inside us

we are bleeding into one

 

looking at us

 

i see us without faces

without eyes

 

looking beyond

what can be seen

 

branches and wings

 

flying high – wings touching wings

 

looking down – wondering is it me and you I am seeing

– branches touching branches  – down there?

 

am I both bird and tree?

both you and me?

have we both branches and wings?

 

at the same time?

in the same being?

 

spark of life

 

gently circling leading and following

 

into the great unknown

from where we once came. There

is no hurry

 

having all the time in the world

being  all the time in the world

 

bleeding into one

 

we are the spark of life

before becoming the spark of life

 

 

floating on snowflakes

drowning in drops of water

resting in pulses so slow

that we hardly know we exist

 

but we do – just before the spark of life

becomes the spark of life

 

*

 

Written/sketched while listening to

Sudovian Dance by Marcin Wasilewski Trio w/ Joakim Milder

on repeat

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Ten short poems and two variations

poems

i don´t read poems
they read me

soon they know me
by heart

*

a ring of wind

I offer you a ring of wind

It is only you who knows
When you wear it

*

it doesn´t matter

it doesn´t matter

that is why
it si so important

*

as i am

if you want to see me
as I am

you must remember
that you are also a part of the picture

*

love is not all

but without love
it is nothing

*

here

here with us
you can be
as you are

only if you are
exactly as us

*

we

we can meet
because we are two

we can separate
because we are one

*

the same in all languages
the silence between the words

*

another voice
the same words
other words
yet the same voice

*

jigsawpuzzle

my life is a jigsaw puzzle
where the pieces are created
as they are needed

right now I am busy
with a flock of clouds
in the upper left corner

*

two variations

me and you
are not all

but without us
there is no we

*

the same in all houses
the space between the walls

*

Fredrik Hossmann