Good luck.

We have learned about this moment

and we have heard about this time.

we have watched with blind spendour.

We have thrown away years...

years with thoughts...

Wasted energy

in the deep wells of fortune.

Now we have animals in our souls

awake

with Life back on track.

There is no road

there is no light

Thers is only heart.

And heart is All.

Good luck.

I have pushed the thread 
through
I am ready to heal our wounds
Numb pain 
but calm heart 
though I am shaken by the burden.
The cracks and wounds in my own heart
have grown crooked
Its wisdom is scattered enough now.
I have hardened.
But I do not complain, nor will I ever..
You see...
I have this thread
And together with its needle
I can teach. 
I can teach the art of helping

What will it take before you will listen

 The hearing of man is weakened,
These times of wonderful deceit,
will now tramp on whats left of your Garden.

For it is with your actions they come---
your order was the Beginning of it all.

Our houses and our museums are no longer part of history.
They are mere pieces of an unfulfilled masterworks.
See you not, Man?

Time is here again. 
Time is here to act.
Like I talked and talked to you. 
With a thousand tongues.

Now I see Fear.

Because with Time

Fear follows.

Will you now listen as you have not listened before.
I speak not of fear of fear, my brothers. 
I speak of fear as you know it.

Time will end our Silence, here we are standing,
up to our knees in Future.
Fear will complete it.
Our own fear will end it

all

 

You gather and hold life in a Hope that has its origin in wishes.Wishes, that "He who writes history" will come. You are counseling with scholars, shouting for a tale that does not end,as you know it does. You have thoughts of an ending that holds good feelings.Feelings which you do not know or understand.Truly I say you, Man gathering in flocks:  Do not look for endings without me.Do not believe in wise men who say that air can not turn into soot. Do not own a single Hope without me. Yes, Listen, Man in flock...Time will come when you will speak with shivering voices and think with Fear. For Hope is confusingly similar to your faith.This I say you. Remember this.

This silent anger.

What is it calledthis Silent AngerAnger without a voicewithout a note.Words and insults are scatteredby the shepherds of ignorance.Their wolves are untamed

they eat the light of the mind.

Moods so heavy that tears can be seen.

So what is it called...This silent anger.

I wash my sins

turn them in lye.

A tray filled with tears

floating over

and to earth they fall.

Like rain.

Running

Like the wind

I turnand see the sun in a crack

shining on the raindrops

falling off my body.

I have washed my sins

to earth they fall

like rain, and like grass they die

Floating thoughtsdrifting hometo safety.Longing for motherLonging for Father.- who calls out for the child.Home is far awaymother is busy.The child cries alone