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The power of thoughts -
To my dear forest

As the bustle became too big for me today,
and my ubiquitous, never-tired thoughts too loud,
I thought of visiting you.

Hastily, I put on my boots
and started to run,
The adherennce of my thoughts
steadily behind me.
They yelled mutually to each other:
"Should I do this - or that?"
"Is it better like this - is that allowed?"
"How is the right way to love?"
"Am I allowed to like this beautiful plant,
when that one had already touched my senses...?"

I bumped at stones.
Dry branches, whose crackling and clicking I use to love,
wedged between my legs,
and stung into my calves.
Sting nettles seemed to tend down to me especially deep and
burned my thighs.

I became angry on you:
"Why do you hurt me?
As if I didn't have already enough of the pain
about the unanswered questions within myself?"

There I suddenly came to a clearing where three big spruces stood -
with a strong trunk and of high growth.
Two had a big wound at their foot.
Chips were laying around
And the wood that had once been so muscular
had been grinded to flour.
Fat resinous tears dripped from the trunk...
A tiny bug had drilled into the strong trunks.

At this moment I comprehendet the destructive strength
of brooding thoughts
They fell giants -
and I had nurtured them.

At this moment I understood, that you had always called me
to linger with you for a moment of silence -
and I have not heared you,
because I've been deaf from the drift in my confused head.

Just now I dropped myself into the grass beside your sore roots
and cried with you.

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Poetry: Insight
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Who am I?

I am like the wind
You cannot hold me back.
You know me already from your childhood
in eternally transforming shapes.

You always meet me every step you make
whereever you go - I always walk with you
Whereever you look,
You always see me.
And whatever you do -
I accompany you.

Be still ... and look!
You only have to dare -
because I hold the answer
to all your questions.

I am like an echo
like the sound of your voice.
I show you your actions
in a clear re-reverberation.

Sometimes, you don't love me very much
and often, you cannot endure me
You throw a bundle full of complaints
into my depth.

I throw them back to you,
completely transformed into love!
If you look well,
you will recognize the frail young shoots...

Often, you don't want to see the signs -
they are outrageous for you,
because this will only - so you simply think -
disturb your carefully planned life.

But what you see - is not only appearance,
or a puzzle full of seals.
Be without fear - only accept my existance
Because I am -

Your own mirror...

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Ominous heritage

How often have I seen the never-full fat slugs,
that grazed in the middle of the street at the
luxuriance of crushed companions -
never minding the heavy rolling wheels and hoots -
that come closer,
and never minding the overflowing
juicy green of the meadows.

Watching this - how often have I thought by myself:
What a simile!

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Mother-of-Pearl

Im Wasser lebt ganz tief am Grund.
Ein holdes Wesen - Perlenmund...
es öffnet mutig sein Gehäuse
Und geht froh auf Erkundungsreise.

Es tastet sich mit blinder Hand

am Felsenriff - Korallenwand -
des Staunens satt gräbt es sich ein
versteckt sich in den Sand hinein.

Ein Sandkorn reibt am Muschelherzen
da bildet sie sich ob der Schmerzen
die Perle zart zum Schutze sich
die leuchtet leis' und wunderlich

Nun in der Schale hingeschmiegt
ihr großer Schatz verborgen liegt.
doch ist's ihr Schatz - nur ihr zum Schutz
und nicht für Menschen Eigennutz.

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