Icon

A drawing on the wall
A coloured floor
An icon to believers
A writing to historians
A vandal’s nonsense
A nuance of rebellion
A stone holding all the memories
Of grieving heart
From the distant past brings
Into present
The secrets of being
A human.

April 7, 2019

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Leaf

Leaf from life taken
Words like frogs in my throat
Frogs sit, leaf dies.

April 6, 2019

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Stop

Stop sending
Endless emails about
Nothing stop
I had enough noise
Today head, my
Head is screaming
Electronic
Noise is buzzing
Life into
Void, digital existence is
Called, now I
Understand Buddha’s teaching
Delusion and
Emptiness, are the existence in
Now … stop!

April 3, 2019

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Chess Board Cafe

On his chest he draws
The years passed
In form, uniform, hours counted
He enters the chess board cafe
His regular table and buddies
Are waiting for his arrival
In the air there is laughter
And the smell of a thousand cup
Of coffee served
He enters the chess board cafe
Alone shaking in grey
His table has one chair
In the air there is silent song playing
In his head memories longing
It is his move
The laid chess board has only one piece left
It is his move
It has been his move
For a long time
But he never moved.

The cafe is closed
The chess board is lost
On his chest he draws.

April 3, 2019

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Pond frog

(1)
A summer pond muddy
In perfect jumps a frog crosses
A shrinking life.

(2)
A fallen leaf
Remains a reminder of dying
Spring has gone.

(3)
Earth stretches
Bare park falls asleep
Squirrel scans.

(4)
Frog tries to escape
Falls in a net, today’s dish
Fallen leafs fill pond
Dry pond cries it’s end
Remains the squirrel scared.

April 2, 2019

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Cloud…click

Thunder is called
Click click click maddening click
Letter waved cloud
What does the child utter?
Born in emptiness staring.

April 2, 2019

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Smelly roses

A group of youngsters
A path lined with prickly flowers
A smell, a colourful pond
A crying child cowering lost
A coin, sweaty corner in smelly paint

March 26, 2019

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