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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
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
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
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
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,
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
Barbara-Paraprem Sep 2014
Who, if not you yourself,
can in and through mud and waves
grow toward the light?


© Barbara-Paraprem, 2014
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