Colorful Sometimes you shine like the red
Of a setting sun in the evening sky.
Another time I have to look precisely
To perceive you at all,
Like a watery sky-blue,
In an exchange of sun and clouds.
Sometimes your outer appearance
Is even changeable, like a chameleon,
Trying to deceive its environment.
Then again, you seem
To radiate something of all colors,
Like a puzzle
Wanting to be assembled
To make sense.
Often, however, you provide all colors at the same time
Mother EarthMother Earth teaches me,
Turns me again into a child of nature,
Sharpen my senses to listen to the birds,
To see the beauty of plants around me,
To feel the fine veins of a leaf.
She allows me to become a part of nature.
Her wisdom is deep inside of me.
I am a living cell in the Heavenly Light.
I am a child of the earth and of God.
She opens my heart for the wonders and joy of life,
Fills my mind with gratitude and kindness,
Let me wake up and realize that I live -
And I always remember that
I owe her a part of my life.
She is both mother and creator.
She gives and takes life.
Scientists honor her by numbers.
I do not honor her by living on her but with her.
All beings will go to the Mother.
Mother Earth gives life and takes it back.
She is not cruel.
She loves her children,
And her children come and seek comfort.
All beings will go to the Mother.
When flowers fade, they bend their heads to the ground.
Animals lie down on the ground,
Black Cat Amber EyeBlack coat with silken hair,
The eyes bright and young in years.
But what this glance is saying
Is as old as the world.
The eyes almost closed,
Snuggled and silent dreaming,
She lies like spilled –
Inwards restless, exuberant.
Stretched out peaceful and easy –
Gentle soul, full of happiness.
I ask myself what she might intend
By her soft glance?
Often, she lies around sleeping
And after a while, she opens
The little mouth and bends the back.
But everything without haste.
Then, when she starts to rub gently
Around my legs, purring –
It is only up to her
When she moves my heart.
When I take her in my arms
And look into her amber eyes,
How my heart warms up
And help me to believe in the good.
Black coat with silken hair,
On velvety paws slightly –
We walk together year for year
Until our journey will have come to an end.
And when once you will leave me, my purring companion,
So, I cover you tenderly with love.
And I think of you fondly what enlightens my spirit:
All Is IlluminatedIn the middle of the market place
Stands a wonderful tree.
Decorated with many lights.
By day, it is barely noticed.
Everywhere the old framework.
At night, it is floodlighted.
Then, all is illuminated brightly
As if drawn by artist’s hand.
Deep blue is the firmament.
The market place is covered with snow.
Here and there are only a few pigeons
Which I can see on the roofs.
The evening now draws to a close.
The market place is like being swept.
I lean against the old wall,
And observe how the tree moves slightly.
Some hundreds of lights seesaw
In its green branches.
Proudly, the tree looms to the starry sky
And wants to show me its splendor.
Wolf TrailA pair of eyes
in the darkness
of the night.
He has taken
through the forest.
in the thicket
and under cover of the trees,
he sneaks up.
He persists ...
does someone catch sight
Why has he
left his pack?
Why does he sneak
through the forests?
They tell of times
He was weak -
at that time,
too weak to hunt,
too weak to protect.
The weak are
So, he was
he has been passing alone
through the forests,
has been oberserving
has been dreaming ...
he turns away,
in the darkness
of the forest.
On the ground,
remains behind ...
by the moonlight ...
The tear of the wolf.
Holiday HorrorsSoon there will be plenty of presents, each packed in a single wrapping,
And we forget each grief, hidden under the mantle of celebrating.
While assembling happily under the tree, the whole world begins to cry.
Then it plays no role how many people, animals and plants will die -
We are feasting, do not care and they go hungry everywhere.
Thanksgiving TimeIt is autumn now and cold winds whistle.
The leaves on the trees are already coloured.
Soon, summer dreams walk in November gowns
And veils of mist cover meadow land.
At night, a host of stars looks down on tired souls.
They sparkle brightly in the dark clouded sky.
When sun rays steal the daybreak,
Often frost will already come along with them.
The cornfield in the valley is already cut.
It was transformed into gold by autumn's hand.
Then, when winter strides through the vast land,
He will pay the time with his white tribute.
Now, the harvest in the gardens is fully ripe.
Its seeds were already sown in March
And God's hands quietly nurtured the steady growth,
Early in the morning through to the late evening.
The dark cellar will be filled with many things:
Vegetables, fruit, potatoes - big and small.
When mother's caring hands fill empty plates,
We will be grateful for these gifts we have.
How wonderful sheltered with good grace
Is the great world in the change of time!
And when we wa
Thoughts of a Night CreatureTaking a walk in the moonlight,
Enjoying the darkness,
Fearing the sunlight
To protect the body.
Sucking the life out of beings
Who are called humans
To have something
What is called life.
The soul vivid and clear;
The body, however, only a corpse
That can only live from the life of others;
Yet beautiful and graceful,
Pride signs their whole demeanor.
Accompanied by loneliness,
Having lost the purpose of life for ages.
The purpose of being not yet known.
What once was the real life
Already lost long ago –
Taken involuntarily –
Doomed to be alone forever –
Alone among his peers,
Whom he despised so much.
No emotion or remorse in their deeds.
The fear in the neck once to become likewise.
To have no memories of feelings.
He was condemned …
Condemned to live forever:
A life that does not deserve this title,
A life in darkness,
A life of hunt,
A life of hiding and of thirst –
A dead life.