A Poem of Life
I would like my words to fly,
to be full of flowers,
to aroma wonderful
Let them have their beginning
and end in at least one day.
May they have the gift of heavenly life,
the gift of love and death.
I would like my words to fly, high to the sky,
to become tender to infinity,
to vibrate with feelings.
Ringing to roll in the vacuum of the century.
To sing the song of the birth of the world,
the song of warmth, the mothers of the earth
to become fireworks.
Rainbow colors to color the sky.
I would like time to stop,
just more bells to be heard.
May the hearts of all people experience
the blessing in the ecstasy of the word buds.
Let it awake good in people
in the unusual silence
of words and bells.
Echoes planet of silence and gaze.
Let them cut the sky.
Let the stars be seen during the day.
Let people promise themselves
that they wish the Sun well.
Actors
Stage of the world.
Everyone plays their roles.
Someone gets better, someone does not,
and gets on better or worse with what he has never been
but maybe he wanted.
Maybe he thought he would deceive himself
to make someone better than himself.
People don’t act someone that you are not
but you better try to peek into yourself.
Listen.
You may be surprised what your body is hiding in?
You do not need to be clowns.
Listen well.
Silence never sleeps.
Eternal Curse
We like to emphasize splendor, significance, reputation and fame
rather than modesty, contrition and true love.
We want to give one thing a relief that catches the eye,
to be particulary emphasized.
And if we have relief maps, we don’t know how to measure.
We wander and saunter at night.
At night without dreams.
We postpone forgiveness and omissions.
We are postponing our payment deadline,
we also want to have a discount while we are paying,
and we would like to do everything to make it cheaper.
And paradise is not bought but deserved.
If we return everything we took
and wish forgiveness of sins, mercy and forgiveness,
to be forgiven we will feel the same.
After the main flowering, the flowers will bloom once again.
And we will survive.
Like being born again
the revival of classical antiquity
or more precisely freedom
and the creative human spirit under the influence of classical literature,
of art and philosophy in the Renaissance.
We will renew our lives
and fix and change it for the better.
We will refresh and rejuvenate.
We will look at hummingbirds that have bigger brain
in relation to the body of other birds.
Heart too.
These birds can fly
in all directions, as they please!
They can live for a long time by feeding on
flower nectar and candied water.
We, like them, are small but a lot is expected of us.
Rejection and refusal,
as a musical repetition of the same tone, the
opposite is an echo.
Everything will resonate.
Rejection and refusal happen to us
like breaks in a circus that clowns fill with their jokes.
We avoid the eternal curse
because there is always hope for a corrective exam
and a place under the sun for us.
We can be dignified,
be those who produce again,
which recreate.
We can multiply and experience
content to revive consciousness,
get a good voice again
for the person and respect, reputation and name.
It is never too late for natural things
to make us feel better.
It’s all in us
in our big hearts in the body of a small hummingbird
We have everything you need!
Naturally
