Ich schicke meine Seele auf Reisen
zu lange sperrte sie meinen Geist in ein engstirniges Geflecht
Lebensgewohnheiten, Vorurteile, Verbote kastrierten mein Denken
Dunkelheit strebt zum Licht, wo Freiheit auf Gedanken wartet
muehsam dringe ich in unbekannte Weiten, wo sich Geist und Seele vermaehlen
Wohin werde ich kommen, denke immer weiter, kein Ende ist in Sicht
Hinderlich ist das Korsett der Konventionen. Ich muss es ablegen,
will trotzdem niemanden verletzen.
Meine Seele reist durch das Universum allen Geistes. Ich bin frei.
Corgi, ACD or Poodle do not know
that Christ was born in a stable
or why children are standing in a row
curious for all the presents on their table
why are family members suddenly good friends
and plenty of titbits and toys are waiting here
is that the new atmosphere to which it tends?
oh no, it’s only the short time of X-mas my dear.
grey and widely branched
fine twigs brave the wind
remember the green of birch leaves
the shimmering white of their stems
trying to reach the blue sky
framed by the intensive dark needle trees
quiet juice is waiting for new life
silent but trustful the grey tree
is standing white of snow
knowing his glamour will come back
Naked, bared from summer’s ego
leaves, red and yellow dancing somersaults
til only the tree’s skeleton stays.
Autumn storms blowing through branches
death waiting for the leaves.
Pouring rain swept them away
beautiful splendor now drowning in rain
leaves dropping one by one
no more joy of dancing
dirty leaves are covering the ground
naked the gray tree stands
Dreams are wandering back
Too soon ice and snow let birds hide,
Somehow I was always “too”….First I was “too” small
to cross the street behind my ball
but I was a “too” big girl for crying
in mother’s lap the dog was lying.
At school I was “too” lazy
earlier teachers hit while fear made students crazy,
later I am “too” young for make-up
even more for a boy-friend. Father warns to blow him up,
only some time later I am “too” fat to attract a son-in-law
what shall I do,I cannot draw
the one, who is right for me.
I am “too” fat as everyone can see
friends argue I’m “too” loud
like thunderstorm in a cloud
threaten I am soon “too”old
will only find an oldie with a bald
Somehow I am always “too” small,”too” young,”too” old,”too”big or “too” thin
why do they care, I am not their darlin’
Finally I want to be a “too” shocking, “too” old and a “too” fatty attractive lady with a “too” young boy friend,
will enjoy this endless happiness without myself to change or bend.