DORIT DORNIER

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Musings of a tightrope walker...

 

Gone

A flapping of wings…

Angel is gone

A flapping of wings…

Time is gone

A flapping of wings…

Dream is gone

I am left…

A dancing shadow on the lake. 

     

 

Ripples on the Water

Thoughts are like breezes

Rippling the surface of the waters of mind.

Silvery ripples

On the clear deep stillness of a pure heart

Waves of emotion

Stirring up debris of unresolved past

Obstructing the knowledge of fearless poise

Washing ashore an unknown fate

  

 

Communication

Sometimes – sad-times, there are walls instead of bridges.

The way you talk – the way you think – the way you look – the way you want

Sometimes – sad-times, there seems no way to shaking hands.

The way you feel – the way you dream – the way you walk – the way you act

Sometimes – sad-times, gray stones piled up in front of us!

The way the time – will rule your life – your voice, in vain – it’s not to hear

Sometimes sad-times, there are walls instead of bridges.

 

  Fragments of Truth

It’s those Nights

Those sleepless nights

With the black moon

Showing

That we don’t know who we are

And where we go

Nor where we stand

Or where we fall

Into the bottomless lake

Of our past –

Our many pasts

Through pain and tears

Back to the Source

Where we loose ourselves

Dissolving into nothing

Nothing but bliss

    

 

Reaching out

Sometimes you reach out a hand to a friend

And then you know

That your life does make sense

Again and again and again

Sometimes you find those words of love

And then you know

That your life does make sense

Again and again and again

 

Innocence

I wonder… can innocence ever be built up again?

Is innocence an open window to mystery?

Does innocence mean to be able to fly, in a way?

Does it need innocence to find answers to our prayers everywhere?

Is it innocence that allows us to talk to a God?

Is innocence needed to communicate with flowers and trees?

Do only the innocents believe in their dreams?

Is innocence something we can really loose,

Ever?

 

Time

Sometimes it feels as if time stood still

No sound, no breath, no wind, no air that moves

Or maybe not – it might be just the opposite

I lost motion but time goes on

Time, wait for me, go slow and wait, until I come!

Have you ever seen time waiting?

The clock stands still

But the moment is gone

Have you seen the moment leave?

Do I have to panic now?

 

Questions

What is a mirror image anyway?

What is an echo?

What is a dream?

What happens when the wind has died?

How does the shadow speak?

What is a fragment of eternity?

What is a life?

What is a light?

What happens when the heart has died?

How does the soul then speak?

 

Circle patterns

Fish leaping after flies - circle patterns on the lake

Rain falling - circle patterns on a puddle

Your tears - circle patterns in my heart

Words I read - circle patterns of thoughts

 

No wings

Raindrops at my window

Tears on my cheeks

My thoughts wrapped up in a rainbow

You've left me without my wings

 

Floating in Change

Thinking by yourself, asking questions and getting answers

Floating in constant change.

You may get wiser, or more confused.

Your wisdom my be...

Letting go of knowledge and of fixed believes.

Your confusion may be...

Loosing your self and to realize that you are co creator.

Creation’s basic truth is change.

You can’t hold on to who you are.

You are the new one you’re becoming

Constantly…

 

Stranded Past

Does this exist?

Is there a thing like ‘stranded past’?

Some past that didn’t pass.

Is this what still keeps hurting you,

Some past that stranded in your bones

And in your memories…

 

Conquer the Dragon

I always wondered...
Am still wondering why
You were born under such a purplish sky
The night she danced with the dragon.

I always prayed...
Am still praying today
You'll grow up to laugh and you'll learn to fly
The night you'll have conquered the dragon.

 

I'll be There

Sometimes… somehow…

I just wish to turn around and slip away…

In total silence… unseen… unheard… never been…

Not only from situations…

But also from facts…

From knowing…

Certain thoughts coming up…

Those questions and answers…

Sometimes… somehow…

I just wish to turn around and slip away…

In total silence… unseen… unheard… never been…

Letting go of myself…

The heartbeat and the breath…

And time…

Leaving all attachments behind…

Friends and enemies alike…

Sometimes… somehow…

I just wish to turn around and slip away…

In total silence… unseen…unheard… never been…

But…

You know it…

If you need me…

Call me…

I’ll be there!