Paths

Paths lead you in each angle of your inside

Paths tempt you away from your self

Paths accompany you, although you don't sense it

Paths carry you to your aims

Paths lead you round about

Paths cross your way

Paths make loops, back and forth

Paths depart from each other

Paths connect and unite

Without the touch of your feet there would be no path at all...

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***

I love the silence, the sun,
the wind and the sea.
My foot shuns the noisy paths -
my ear avoids the clinking laughter
of illusional company,
and my hands are afraid,
to create wish worlds against money.

I love the silence which you have created,
with a loving contemplation
of cautious realization.
Your realizations have been mirrors for me
and have been an accompaniyng star
throughout the years,
where I have ben wandering quietly beside you.

The gaze of my heart
lowers deeply into your chrystal clear eyes.
I have seen this only in my inner reality,
because in this life
I have only seen you in the movie pictures...

I shone into all the corners,
that have opened in front of me,
and I rummaged within the illusions
of created dreams.
Though I always found you
in silence and respect - respect for life -
in an awakened contemplation,
even in the tangle of
the created deceptions.

I feel to know you for a long time time -
even if our ways didn't cross
though they always touched invisibly.
A meeting - free like a falcon,
highly obove the coulds -
as constant as the sun at the heavens,
who kisses my sleeping eyes at the morning dawn,
even when the clouds cover her.

My feelings touch your face,
that appears before me.
It seems to me just like the
mountains and valleys of an ancient,
marvelously wild and untouched landscape.

Years of quiet guidance went by -
since you have skinned
from the kokkon of your youth
Years of change and quiet contemplation
of your nature...
within the mirror of the movie pictures.
It is only illusions - though they reflected
like thousands of small glass shards
your essence deep within my soul,
and I saw myself again in your mirror...

For a very long time,
I have yearned for this moment
to be close to you,
to sense what I see in my inner reality.
Now, where we stand face to face
I lack the words - and my heart speaks
the language of the silence,
where only faith can remain.
You have opened yourself to the world -
so far, that it hurt me -
while realizing, that my own fear
and the lack of self-confidence
have kept me back.
Your wonderful dedication
makes me feel concerned - and calls me
to step on the dance ground...

Now, where you stand before me so close,
your eyes tell me,
what connects me with you...

© Regina Franziska Rau

Thursday, October 08th, 1998
Freiberg near Deggendorf - Bavarian forest

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Heroes of the roads and highways
- dedicated to the truck-drivers

I passionately love hitchhiking and would like to thank all those truck-drivers in this way - for the fact that I was allowed to accompany them partly over very far distances.

The wind in my hair,
the sun on my forehead
the melody of my love in my heart,
I let the pictures of dreamy landscapes float by

Before me the road opens,
vanishes at the horizon,
like an eternal luring of the distance.
The white strips of the road are sliding by,
form a harmonious rhythm with the melody in my heart.

Endless width - I breathe your fragrance…
My song is carried by the voice of the "Sirens of the wheels"
amidst of all the penetrating humming of the engines…
A breath of liberty touches the senses,
the taste of eternity…

A river of humans pulsates over the bitumen,
who long for the distance,
dawn breaks in,
strengthens the longing for the everlasting…

White and red lights form rivers of fire, -
bundled energy snakes through the valleys
like a firespitting dragon from ancient time,
disappears behind the hills,
flows into unknown widths…

A honking horn fills the moment
with a merry greeting
of a heavyloaded colleague.

Instants,
moments of hearty friendship,
which connect the the heroes of the road to each other...
touch my heart…

And I sing a song for you,
the song of the longing
of "Coming Home" one day,
of Coming Home...

© Regina Franziska Rau
July 2003
Hagen, Nordrheinwestfahlen

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Senior-Club

Seniors in the club often asked me
what I had expected of the club of the seniors.
I was still so young and did not fit so well
to such high age - but I had mad courage.

But here in the circles of the high aged -
I feel sitting as in the ancient circles
of the eldest and wise, who hold council meetings.
Some weird dreams climbe around their youth,
but the age can change into wise thoughts.

They wanted to achieve ambitious goals in their lifes
but their fate set some clear indications and signs.
They saw the war, they saw senseless agony,
and now they are all one - that like this it shall never be again.

Now many brake with taboos from former times,
"unhealthy" morals are replaced by freer goals.
Traditions are analyzed critically,
one considers carefully, when speeking politically.

Not because it is prohibited, what one thinks in such a way,
but because own and self-responsible thinking directs history.
While the youth may prepare for new wars
the old persons will carry the victory
in the advice of the meditation.

They sit together comfortably for singing
they succeed with some wonderful works when painting.
They happily play cards and billards
and while dancing in their circles,
some of them have even become younger again.

They wander and cycle dreamy paths,
and rather look for the quiet "shores".
They guard much wisdom from their life
and can give so much to the younger.

They guard a rich treasure and inheritance for the youth

© Regina Franziska Rau
Mittwoch, 08. Februar 2003
Deggendorf - Bayrischer Wald

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