Travelling in all

my memories I'm searching –


where I am going.

We just are stories,

stories containing stories –


and that's all we are.

The world a maze
under the nut tree
in this well-arranged garden

Follow a path
learn how it goes
what is important

Travel with strangers
experiencing the secret
with our senses

And reach further
re-create the world
beyond our lives

This is our world
how it was and can be
carefully we reach

For beauty and stories
we reach
for contact

With other lives
we connect
we connect
from heart to heart

Life is a journey,

you get to know a few roads –


and a few habits.

The rustling bamboo

encloses me, I look up –


and follow the birds.

Mother and daughter

see the future and the past –


in each other's eyes.