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May 2015 · 1.4k
THE LARGE PORTAL
Barbara-Paraprem May 2015
Suddenly
I remembered,
I could indeed fly.
I showed it
in the middle of the gathering,
where you first looked
astonished at me,
but then
as if you had seen the devil.

I flew away.

In the large apartment then
not without fear
of unrecognized angles.
But at the border of the apartment
and at the same time
in the midst of it,
with both feet yet
in the own home
standing:
a large, powerful,
noble portal.
The doors made of heavy wood
and framed by
hosts of angels
carved in stone
– each angel
a few candles guarding.

I flew up.

To set fire to all
and which burned down
let shine again
by new form.

In the stone arch
sitting,
with the aim and
the strenuous attempt,
to achieve so too
the outermost candles,
suddenly became so heavy,
as if I had forgotten to fly,
for fear of falling down.

Some down there,
on the other site,
notice the solemn lighting
and
looking up to the lights,
which in the middle of the day
and in middle of the night
are shining.

The one is happy
about the festive light,
the other worries
about my strength.

Even
if I should fall
and
become too heavy to fly:
I would come back,
to light too
the last candle.


© Barbara-Paraprem – 2.9.1993
May 2015 · 3.2k
SUFFERING AND PAIN
Barbara-Paraprem May 2015
All suffering comes from the inability to stand pain. As long as these two, suffering and pain, are not distinguished with the razor-sharp sword of wisdom, we will continue to suffer. But it would be incorrect to say, that we are indeed able, but unwilling, because no one likes to suffer. There is a flash of awareness, when we perceive the possibility, yet being able to, in a way, that is given to us. Not from a God outside of us, as if this would play favorites. I can’t describe any way to that place. I just know that it happens sometimes. And this awareness causes immediately complete relief.


© Barbara-Paraprem, 2015
Barbara-Paraprem May 2015
The arrogance of the men and their violence
in all possible forms
– completely everyday or extraordinary,
subtle or extreme,
considered as being normal or abnormal –
depend on this, of course,
that they are either denied or justified
from the perpetrators of the violence themselves.
But also by the women in any way
glossed over, excused or forgiven,
which from childhood to the present day, in Western countries too,
has been brainwashed thoroughly,
which means: shut up, be obedient
and offer no resistance.


© Barbara-Paraprem, 2015
May 2015 · 702
NO DISTANCE
Barbara-Paraprem May 2015
In the heart there is no distance.
The only distance that there is,
is that between heart and head,
says the head, the old fool.
If only he would love himself,
he would be instantly heart.
Is he also condemned
to dwell forever in a foreign land?
He forgot the neck and the breath,
which continuous flows in and out
through the gate in his middle
and flows to the heart,
to the feet,
to the center of the earth,
and back to heaven.


© Barbara-Paraprem, 2015
Mar 2015 · 624
LUX AETERNA
Barbara-Paraprem Mar 2015
Even if I search for nothing:
Life is a light,
that shines in the darkness.
But the old fool still defines
gaps, where there are none,
as if he owned himself,
as if he had any substance,
as if he shall pass away someday,
just not now.
What, if right now everything would be fine?


© Barbara-Paraprem, 2015
Mar 2015 · 411
THERE IS
Barbara-Paraprem Mar 2015
There is just
nothing
that one could not
complicate
through think
only a little bit.


© Barbara-Paraprem, 2015
Mar 2015 · 5.7k
YOUR SHADOW
Barbara-Paraprem Mar 2015
Your shadow is a confirmation,
that light has traveled 150 million kilometers,
only to reach the ground exactly where you stand.



© Barbara-Paraprem, 2015
Mar 2015 · 484
CAN...
Barbara-Paraprem Mar 2015
Can anyone pull himself
out of the swamp
by his own tuft?
Can anyone raise himself
from the dead to life?
Can a stone
walk on water,
and not just fly over it or sink,
or a feather
dive to the bottom,
without losing their lightness?
Can an eye
discern the border
between heaven and earth,
or look at itself,
or an ear
hear the silence
and still be ear?
Can there be light
without it’will become dark
at the same time?
Can hands loosen
and be themselve the whole gift?
Can feet carry,
as if the earth would be the heaven
and the heaven the earth,
and each beginning an end,
and each end a beginning,
and as if no here or there is,
only here at every place?
Can not life only
be born of itself,
but if it gives birth to,
hasn’t it also to die?
Can the infinitely strong
still be strong,
when far away from any pain,
that pierces marrow and bone?

© Barbara-Paraprem, 2015
Jan 2015 · 805
DO YOU RECOGNIZE ME
Barbara-Paraprem Jan 2015
In so many forms
I have shown me to you,
and you don’t still
recognize me?
Is a sound arising?
Without doubt he does that.
Has he a beginning and an end?
Even the illusion is insubstantial.
The world appears from resistance.
Where no resistance is,
there is liberation.


© Barbara-Paraprem, 2015
Jan 2015 · 796
THE BELOVED
Barbara-Paraprem Jan 2015
Don’t we encounter the beloved
just everywhere?
‘No, that is not him!’ we say.
Or him over there? ‘Never ever!’
We seem to know exactly
what he looks like
and are slamming in this way, maybe,
one gate of heaven time and again.
We were only mistaken
once again.
How right we are.


© Barbara-Paraprem, 2015
Jan 2015 · 6.5k
THE KEY
Barbara-Paraprem Jan 2015
The key to paradise:
What would be the benefit to you,
if not you yourself
are holding him in your hands?
But where, you ask yourself,
a thousand times,
can I find it?
Only in one place
you have not yet sought,
because it is closer than
your own breath
and any form.
If there you are searching for,
is your quest
truly a quest
and not just escape in disguise,
and every search has an end.


© Barbara-Paraprem, 2015
Dec 2014 · 369
I AM FREE
Barbara-Paraprem Dec 2014
I am completely free,
because I do not need anything outside of me,
to feel me whole.
All are free.



© Barbara-Paraprem, 2014
free, freedom, whole,
Dec 2014 · 2.6k
APROPOS LETTING GO
Barbara-Paraprem Dec 2014
Apropos “letting go”,
one of the most popular words of the “spirit elite”:
(- one might be tired of hear it):

What I am, never want to let go,
and what God is, need nothing to let go.



© Barbara-Paraprem, 2014
Sep 2014 · 1.5k
WHO, IF NOT YOU YOURSELF
Barbara-Paraprem Sep 2014
Who, if not you yourself,
can in and through mud and waves
grow toward the light?


© Barbara-Paraprem, 2014
Sep 2014 · 2.1k
NOT-KNOWING
Barbara-Paraprem Sep 2014
We do not fear that,
what we usually think of as death,
but the uncertainty, that may accompany it.
It’s the not-knowing that scares us,
because our whole, past life was built upon knowing
– to be safe from the sudden loss of our self,
even if this loss is only seemingly,
because it is not possible to lose that, what we truly are.
Every effort, as well that, what we may regard as very noble,
is ultimately an attempt to escape this uncertainty.
It is the look into this abyss, which bottom we don’t recognize,
we are afraid of,
because this look brings us in contact with that feeling,
that feels like a fall from those heaven of being borne.
All our fears always go back to this primal fear.
However, we will always fall again
– if we search for those heavens, which are coming and going.
And yet, those who think they die, maybe they are closer to the truth,
than those, who never consider themselves to be fallen from that heaven,
because their illusion is exactly proportional to the realization.
Then a miracle may happen,
as it might only happens once every 1000 Eons,
and a great sinner becomes a great saint,
and in the midst of death blossoms life,
and the world and God are no longer different from each other.



© Barbara-Paraprem, 2014
Aug 2014 · 852
GATE
Barbara-Paraprem Aug 2014
When we stop running away from ourselves,
by not trying to feel different,
by embracing our whole supposed poorness
and the feeling of not being loved and to suffer need,
with compassion for ourselves,
so if we stay in this way with every possible emotion,
without making the step into term, explain, judge
and finally also fight,
then we encounter ourselves for the first time.
Then we begin to make us familiar with ourselves,
as we would awaken slowly, slowly
from a sleep lasting since eternities,
as if we were only now, when we were not before.
Then a intimacy grows with ourselves,
then we see with our heart and not just with the mind:
God’s or Buddha’s love
is the same as the love for ourselves.
If we remain exactly by that, what we feel,
our heart will become so open, that no more separation exists,
because all separation happens only in the mind.
Then we see the perfect in the imperfect, the beauty in the ugliness,
because there is longer any place, where we would not be.
All we can see, is
always only we ourselves, always only we ourselves, always only we ourselves.
All we can love, we are always only we ourselves.
This not to see means to suffer.
What we see may seems to us like a curse.
Yet this gate to hell is a gate to heaven,
and opens up to us after long struggles far greater peace,
than any sweet threshold.



© Barbara-Paraprem, 2014
Aug 2014 · 676
CRACKS
Barbara-Paraprem Aug 2014
If constantly
Hydrochloric acid was sold as sugar to you,
If you have learned,
to hold your breath,
so you hear every whisper,
If you know exactly,
how you have not only to appear,
but also to feel and think,
so that a drop of drought
falls to the ground full of cracks,
If you smell decay in the wedding dress
and life in the black coat,
then the impossible happens
and life itself dies.
Maybe the grace of hopelessness
will kiss you,
because any resistance
would be only a new lie.
Maybe.



© Barbara-Paraprem, 2014
Jul 2014 · 1.0k
GLIMPSES
Barbara-Paraprem Jul 2014
Dreamers, sleepwalkers,
in a land of shadows and chimeras,
Buddhas, who seek the Buddha,
yearners, strugglers, dying persons.
Still with the last breath
hovered around from mists,
through the woods the morning star shines,
the red blood flows out of the heart,
that there beats and will beating eternally.
Dreamers, sleepwalkers,
sparks of light from nowhere,
like lightnings flashing through the universe,
again go out in the nowhere,
which lays its blackness comforting and motherly
yet at the last sigh around us.
Life, which, forgetting itself,
sees itself in the empty mirror
and doesn’t know, that the mirror
is in every fiber of its being
- not here or there
and beyond the great gate of the here,
through which it becomes itself
on the middle of the threshold a gateless gate.
Dreamers, sleepwalkers,
- A thunderclap!
A fall from heaven to earth!
A cry from earth to heaven!
An inconceivable moment of glory!
And only peace – unpronounceable holy…


© Barbara-Paraprem, 2014
Jun 2014 · 1.1k
THE GAP
Barbara-Paraprem Jun 2014
There’s a gap
between
unconsciousness and unconsciousness.


© Barbara-Paraprem, 2014

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