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Musings of a tightrope walker...

 

Tell me

Deep inside my silent self
There is a river flowing
There are these boats
I call my dreams.
Tell me, oh
Please tell me
Where are they going?

Deep within my silent self
There is a river flowing
There are the waters
I call my tears.
Tell me, oh
Please tell me
Where are they going?

Deep within my silent self
There is a river flowing
There are those sparkles
I call my smiles.
Tell me, oh
Please tell me
Where are they going?

 

Worth while

At some moment in my life, I was thinking:

"If this moment was all life would have given to me,

it would have been worth while living!"
I don't recall, when I was thinking that,

but I know that I've had this thought many times.
I'm thankful for it!

Thankful, even if the wonderful moment

has long disappeared in the hazy distant of the past.


I wish I could remember what it was:
Was it that awesome red golden sunset between the darkening trees?
Was it when I heard your footsteps at my door?
Was it when I forgot myself while listening to music?
Was it when I sent out a quest and the answer showed me, that I was heard?
Was it when I was hugging and climbing my favorite tree?
Was it when I succeeded turning your tears into a smile?

Was it when I was licking dew from flowers as a child?
Was it when we sat hugging on a city bench

at dawn and a drunkard gave us stolen flowers, all upside down?

 

Creation is a dance

What is it all about being creative:

Casting sculptures, painting canvases, drawing on paper or publishing?

If I sing my song

The song will be gone in no time...

A little echo somewhere before dissolving in silence.

If I dance my dance...

I may leave patterns imprinted on the earth.

Maybe someone who sees my footprints

Will take up my dance and will continue

Dancing my dance in his way

And maybe while walking in my footprints

Will decode the melody

Hidden within the track of my steps.