Journey of my life


 

 

As passenger hardly seen
The light of the world
I am called – by life:
The train to somewhere
First cry, worldly feed

Kidnapped – where to?
Old man: “To the death, to the unknown!”
Young man: “To the world of activity!”

As passenger I am driven
From the beginning of my spirit
A morning of glowing sunshine
Along the whole day
Till the evening dusk of the winter
Which signals from afar
Rising from dark mountains
Silence, nightfall

The train yet travelling
Still rattling along the time
Two eyes looking backwards:

Lost moments – those beloved
Stoned in time
On the field of immortality

During the night they rumble about
Like ghosts wandering around
Burst from the depth
Holding their lamps right in my face
Touching past moments –
Two eyes looking forward…

As a passenger of life
Much seen from the world
I am called – by the death:
The train – going somewhere
Leaving a smile on my face
Providing last food

Now the rattling fades away
The train stops – endstation:
Evening turned into night
Life became winter
While sparkling stars act as guards
Cover my life with silence

Young man: To open a new door…
Old man: To the life, to the known…

DidiArtist, 27.10.1985

 

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We are…


 

 

We are like streets:
Crossing each other

Like mountains, valleys:
Kissing the sky

We are like seas:
Wobbling on waves

Are like flowers:
Blossom and wither

Are like clouds:
Passing by time and space

We are like suns:
Giving light and warmth

Like nights:
Dark and bizarre

Are like fish:
Swimming in water, searching for it

We are like birds:
Screeching through universes

Are death and life:
Wandering Eternity

Are golden stars:
Dream and reality

Are a dream within a dream:
Yearning for awakening

Are united souls:
In the Ether of love and happiness

Have Forgotten our light…

DidiArtist, 29.12.2018