There is evidence

of what I had and did: signs --


of my existence.

Everyone sits still,

yet there are shadows walking --


around on the walls.

Stories that end well...

well, there really aren't any --


There are no endings.

Dozing, I vibrate

along with the world outside --


A leaf in the wind.

The road makes a loop,

men with bikes are peering how --


everything comes back.

The fall draws me
.....as the view drew me
..........along many landscapes
...............and what I experienced
....................and learned along the way
.........................opened up many avenues
to new plans
.....new places, and
..........new people
...............new opportunities with
....................new insights
.........................and new acceptance
I remember everything
.....even more intense than it was
..........brighter than in the full sun
...............purer is my love
....................purer are my choices
.........................purer my desires
in the final fall
..........with less pleasure
....................and less expectation

and what I did not achieve
.....did not get and
..........could not prevent
...............dissolves in the sea
....................of eternity
.........................fall after fall

Outside is the earth, the life
of lungs, hearts and legs
Outside we experience the wonder
of everything around us
Outside we live the wonder
of who we are

Within is heaven, the creative soul
of our life together
Within we unfold
and we give the best
Within we are open
to what the world offers

Open, I let
the outside in and
the inside out
like a stream
Open, I am
I receive and I care

There's a thin sea drifting
above the sea, I float
everywhere, infinitely
between ancestors
and unborn

The sea kisses and plays
pulls me under water
up in high foams
which splash apart into
my new rainbow wisps

over the sea, from the sea
the bearing sea
engulfing sea
evaporating sea

making depths out
of valleys, creative
darkness, the sea
the full empty sea

We danced to a new year
in the utopia of the music
and the Golden Oldie
songs of love, longing
and sorrow that live
in our lungs

and emerge unpredictably
all of a sudden from the depths
of our breath
caressing or storming full
of experiences that make us
feel who we are

and what it's all about, seize
the eternity of our lives
in the stream of our breath
which is also the breath of others
while we are completely
engrossed in our presence

The hour has struck
Immediately we forget the time
and wish each other all the best
and boredom

that blessed can do everything
with the peaceful ticking
of grandma's clock without the hands
of an agenda that calls Action!

New Year, the realization
that time in ourselves never passes
In one body we are years
of experiences that are not closed

but do themselves well
on new discoveries and occasionally
set us thinking
about how it all comes together