Safely walking the streets
on the sidewalk, looking around
what's there, seeing it
as something special

Warming myself by the fire
and gazing into the flames
Letting thoughts be consumed
without missing them

Listening to the waterfall's
rush, rain
Washing myself clean
of what is to come

Circling like a hovering bird
seeing everything and nothing
Until an insight stirs
that I dive into

It happens by itself
as if I am capable of something
understand something, am something
beyond my reason

Scents so sweet and soft,

drifting through the stone city:


sidewalk gardens bloom.

Everything passes,

so we have to build bridges --


roads over the sea.

When she goes to sleep

she babbles about today's --


experiences.

Balloons sail above the sea
and in my mind I sail along
into the world, sailing over
flapping laundry

Our shadows glide
through the gate of the winds
breath of the sun and the moon
the whispering of secrets

Our shadows drift
over the sphinx, so that her
blind eyes seem to blink
at us for a moment

The hands of the clocks
on the towers also stand still
and then they **** forward
a little, around

Along the river,

I am cycling and flowing --


Breathing together.

We are witnesses

of Jerusalem, the place --


where there is no peace.