#courseoflife
Rooms and corridors,
stairs, streets, bridges, lanes, and paths:
all the time en route.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 3:11 AM UTC
You know it:
taxiing, the run-up
and off, into the clouds
with the vortexes
The most natural thing
in the world nowadays
Right then I am prepared
to die, overlooking
the summary of life
beneath me, slowly
erased by the white clouds
to a blue celestial
void with a strobe light at the end
of the thin wing
signalling:
people alive here
everything is fine on board
we just fly by
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 3:20 AM UTC
I recognise bits of the road
connections are gone
signposts are still missing
The numbers can be counted
the seasons, homes, friends
The rest is a dream cord
of desires and parties
unrequited love
and perfect moments:
memories in the deep
black, lighting up
as floating islands
with graceful peaks
of adventures
a journey
through the abysses of the night
that make children cry
and me?
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 4:33 AM UTC
Their luster gone
Increasingly, they are
falling apart, so small
have the fixed stories become
which, once sifted out
from the daily events
represented
my life and identity
And fewer people
still know the details
that make me a real person
Fortunately, I haven't become
those stories of my life and
better off with the reality
of my gradual
disappearance
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 4:36 AM UTC
After every step,
I have to take another --
Yeah, with all my wits.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 3:35 AM UTC
We haven't made any gold
and are sitting in the stench
of 50 buckets of *****
Trophies surround us
from the seven-locked cabinet
as a battery around our happiness
Tonight we borrow luxury
for a debt to the future
and we drink to bygone days
We stuff gnawed bones
into our nostrils like jewellery
and eat comfort cake with whipped cream
The party is drawing to a close
the mattresses are ready
for after the drinks bath
Everything is oh so interesting, we talk
louder and louder, listen how superbly
we imitate animal sounds
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 4:01 AM UTC
To sustaining tones, the material
world draws a trail in smooth loops
from a bottle hanging askew
on its navel string and running
empty over the blue rug
of awareness
of all who are there
A pendulum thought
More and more light shines
through the bottle and the wind
in our senses
wipes out the patterns
we have repeated
into a magical eight
of insight into the infinite
course of our lives
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 2:20 AM UTC
The fulfillment of a wish
is a brief happiness
a happy ending
if you then die
or make a start, on something new
a next phase or a next step
For a lasting Happy End, the hereafter
has been invented
and the comfort
you derive from descendants
with the added thought that later, some day
everything will be fine
That's how it goes
without a realistic view
of universal happiness
and without the rush of an illusion
you may learn
to go with the flow
that concludes nothing
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 2:37 AM UTC
Born in light
tasting what life is
rolling and running
full laughing most of all
and the wheel turns the water
around the earth around it
winds with clouds and
the fire of the sun
the wheel of beauty:
the seasons
bamboo shoots and blossoms
all dying
the fluttering flight of the skylark
the wonders of the forest
beavers reconstructing the brook
a May-bug on a journey
over my leg and flying
in my hand which I close
and open again
the smells
of vegetables being cooked
moss and steaming dew
mushrooms in autumn
the village in the winter months
when the stoves burn
the wheel of my life
my kids, my work
the colours of my clothes and
from my hands the healing voice
of seven long strings
Aug 7, 2025
Aug 7, 2025 at 2:29 AM UTC
Books and photos on paper
are a fine way of preserving
and keeping my life complete -
who I have become
from my youth up, memories
of my family, images
of their presence
their activities and the places
that belong to it, all together
a constantly growing mountain
with hair-thin dendrites:
the mountain of my life
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 3:18 AM UTC
Everything goes well
the way it's going, there is --
no final judgement.
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 2:47 AM UTC
Just one road, nameless
on the map, that one of course --
am I following!
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 4:01 AM UTC
The road has lost us,
we have left it, over there --
it's looking for us.
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 4:25 AM UTC
There is a boulder
in the middle of the road --
there is a boulder.
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 4:08 AM UTC
Not the way it is,
only the way it happens –
my life is okay.
Jul 14, 2024
Jul 14, 2024 at 1:53 AM UTC
The joyful crowd throws
me into his arms, we laugh --
and then I lose him.
Jun 20, 2024
Jun 20, 2024 at 3:26 AM UTC
You'll live long enough
to celebrate successes --
and suffer failures.
Jun 11, 2024
Jun 11, 2024 at 3:30 AM UTC
The shadows are long,
I'm waiting, it's getting dark --
it's coming closer.
Mar 25, 2024
Mar 25, 2024 at 4:42 AM UTC
I just stopped writing
that diary of mine since --
it is never true.
Dec 30, 2023
Dec 30, 2023 at 2:41 AM UTC
The tension is gone:
it's important, or it's not --
and now it comes out.
Dec 24, 2023
Dec 24, 2023 at 2:59 AM UTC
I just see fragments
of my life, only too late --
I understand them.
Dec 6, 2023
Dec 6, 2023 at 3:14 AM UTC
Look at the people
around me to understand --
the course of my life.
Dec 4, 2023
Dec 4, 2023 at 3:26 AM UTC
I am an island,
I just have to wait and see --
if Love docks with me.
Nov 8, 2023
Nov 8, 2023 at 3:36 AM UTC
We are on the way,
and we know well: not one road --
leads to an end point.
Oct 28, 2023
Oct 28, 2023 at 3:19 AM UTC
I want other thoughts
I don't like to be alone
with those opinions
about what I do
So I turn up the music
and I work hard, with a cake
on holidays, a whole cake
all for me
And then I feel sick
and I have to throw up
Another memory
that I won't lose
It's quietly waiting for doubts
and then it stands in line
with all my thoughts
about what I have done
Not a party, not a cake
not a whole cake for me
just my work, so
don't take that away from me
Oct 4, 2023
Oct 4, 2023 at 4:24 AM UTC