How do you count from zero to one?
Does the new year start with
the bursting of the buds?
my life with birth?

or already in winter
when
mother's belly and buds
are thickening? in summer

with the very first molecule?
or is there no beginning, only
hunger
and a devouring mouth

digesting the tail of the old
into an eternal serpent --
the symbolic zero
that does not symbolize anything

that really exists
or it should be me
and you, we human beings
who can no longer do without it?

The world is changing us

That's how we are, a little
do we change

the world for our convenience
and to eat, sky high

we build suites of rooms
winged and on wheels

teach it to our children
teach them to think

that the world is changing
on account of people, which is true

after millennia, finally
we make differences

and yet it is not so
The world changes us

it pinches off traditions and imposes new
habits, it determines

the conditions of being
or not being

People belong to each other, we
should take care of each other
lifelong, our life
Furthermore, there are no requirements
no mandatory extras

Good deeds are not necessary
neither are friendship and love
That is all luxury
for which we long
for we know what it is

We learned it as a child
from adults who just gave it
because they could not help it
because they are like that, human
But you cannot demand it

There are no schools for it
no medicines or prisons
There are politicians and barracks though
with weapons and commanders
telling what care means, sometimes

they command that it means to kill
and being killed may be
a fulfilment of duties
but we cover that up
with the garment of love

Browsing through my photos
I chose the colourful elephant
as my nameplate in the web

My skin feels every fly
that lands on me with telelegs
as if I ever promised

to be connected with them
and ready for them
forever

But I want to be there
for those who feel the vibration
when I stamp on the ground

I sweep away the flies with a kiss
maybe they find without wings
their home close by on the ground

I am there too, in every colour
recognizable while I dwell
where I dwell and work where I work

There is so much to experience
that nobody needs to go anywhere
if he gives attention

I do love you
of me, because I love you
Only you!

I do love you, love you, love
These words are rather plain
no, there is nothing to explain
I only have to sing that I love you

I do want you, want you, want
So hear, my needs are clear
oh hear, forget your fear
of me, because I love you

     I do love you
     it's safe, you can surrender
     to feel the love I offer you

     Please, do not worry
     about the world, about everything
     that threatens to go wrong

     Let it go, let me come
     into your heart, into you arms
     then you will no longer be alone

     Just listen to a sad song
     then you will be better
     then you will be free for me

In the back of the bike
I learn to read
I get a map full

of names of roads
that I miss up to beyond
the horizon of the earth

In the back of the bike
I learn to kiss and to be alone
in springs and unseasonable times

In the back of the bike
of my senses I construct how
everything moves and I myself

move along while I sit still
in my feelings and think
everything moves

My face rocks
among the flowers
above the deep sun
in the water

I sit on the side
and see me
in the circle
of yellow glory

I want to be honest
bloom together
vulnerably naked
shivering in the wind

take care of myself
without illusions
about myself and you
You are just like me

and we are equally in love
with each other's beauty
as with ourselves, two springs
on one waterfront

His black eye looks back
to me, we are alone
in the meadow, in the roadside

I hold my breath
everything becomes lighter
around the black

Meadow and road the world
empty and we eye
and beating heart

Heavy and firmly
my legs all four
in the ground

Strength crackles
around the electric barbed wire
in my insides

Springtails are the gnomes of the forest
steppe and swamp, city and country
They eagerly massage the skin of the earth

They poop fertile soil
where there is waste, they are the mighty
secret army of the Seven from the Game

they are the whip from the Chariot
their wheels run through life
and digest it night and day

Willlessly they execute the Will
hungry they feed the germs
and give life to death

I do remember
I have seen it many times
on their faces, their demand

to be a big girl
not unbridledly whining
for attention

    Just explode, you are strong
    the furious evidence
    of our right

not to take care
of me, they were entitled
to their own lives

so I opened my mouth
invincible, powerful
for myself and everyone

I do not tolerate injustice
in front of me, do you hear me?
What is it with the people?

They walk blindly through the city
avoid strangers and grannies
ignore hungry pussycats

and throw away their plants, well
I have boundless energy, but
where is the army to help me?

Don't talk about me
you will not succeed anyway
to say who I am

You don't nearly know everything
but you want to experience me
as you know me

No story will fit around it
packing your experience
and hiding it

Don't venture upon labels
you would need even more
than can fit in a book

thick layers on top of each other
an unreadable wall
locking me up

You don't have to explain to anyone
why we are friends
not to yourself either

Persephone wears flowers
and tough jackboots like a soldier
with muscles, or an open waistcoat
with a mini skirt like a virgin, always
conquering the instincts around her

In Coco's dress, she parades on Jersey
the transparent plastic rustles
every time I kiss it
passers-by take photos
she is in the newspapers

Spring has begun
old desires wake up
people get aroused
and inspired to let themselves go
she is an example

everyone sees her, but doesn't know who she is
flowers cover her bare body
she charms soldiers and virgins
with instincts, singing her praises
and creating life

Senses, to be touched
and to be able to touch, the difference
between being and not being

I touch, so I exist

If I am not touched
I will wither, but
if I do not touch, I do not exist

I can be a loner
touch plants and animals
to live on

I can influence their lives
change their future
I can feed, kill and everything

in between has effects too
even the smallest ripples
make a difference, that is existence

the way we want it, making a difference
making a little positive difference
with each wing beat

When I was young, they said
She can wear them
those gaudy clothes

And now they are who I am
apart from my body
that they camouflage

They are the strong woman
who lets herself be guided
by them who are weak

and afraid, as if it is their fault
to be nobody, one of the many
who are not heard

Together we fight
my name and I
we fight for someday

freedom and peace everywhere
wisdom everywhere
compassion everywhere

The door is never locked
The key is just in it
ready to use
and never lost

but if you are busy
with problems on your mind
you will go look for it

and not get the idea
that you can just move on
by pressing the latch

Meditation does not help either
with the worries
you forget what is there
behind the door

and you stay where you are
calm and resigned
you put life into perspective

and you fantasize
how different it could be
behind the door

of your mind

I feel the discomfort
of staying where I am
and leaving the problem

to someone else's job or duty
to the neighbours with whom it happens
on the outskirts of the village

It's urgent, there is need
to fix the houses and the barns
but

it takes too long
or there is too little time
for my impatience

I talk with the neighbours
while we wait
until we can move on

within reason and the rules
of the comfort of staying
where we are

People are too short old
and too long young, they don't
become as wise as brownies

They have little profit
from the lessons they draw
from pain and pleasure, and

from the lessons they ignore
because they prefer to believe
in what the world promises

because they prefer to believe
it is within reach
and the prospect is worth it

to keep waiting
and I can't do anything about it
I'm just a rainbow

that is never there where you are
a gate on the horizon
where all the exits come together

My most important deeds
were to stop the work
to talk with you

about the rules and your ideas
to ask time after time
What is it all about?

What are we doing?
To practice the skill
to be critical

to figure out the beaten tracks
to dare to check them and
to choose the best approach

I remember your names
How did you go?
Have you become giants?

Giantesses without the vanity
of the people, who do not dare
to abide when it comes to it?

We have not embraced
the seqoias, not felt
their warmth this winter

We really need to get going
descend ten kilometers
south from Red Cloister

along the three sources
the playground and the pale castle
La Solitude

to the two families
in the middle of the beech forest
Every twenty-two I want

to touch them, tree by tree
warm myself to them
share in their strength

With you and someone else
I want to encircle them
breast to bark

People in need -- in a game
of Truth is Dare and Do
I fly in, in a cape, swift as an arrow

and get entangled, sticking
to the strings that I weave
of the help that I give

I put my hands out, so softly
you take them with the heroic power
that jumps over, you smile --

In the world to help, to help
each other, right
if only

you are with me
and know my questions
and spoil me with attention

We are no longer teenagers
yet we still fly back and forth
to help each other, time after time

Am I quite tiring, too full of myself?
Do you get restless, preferring to leave?
Maybe I'm talking too much: take some rest
Shall I come close to you, silently?

     Oh, with the help from my friends, yes with you
     Mm, with the help from my friends, it's so good
     Oh, with the help from my friends, yes I can
     With the help from my friends

Are there friends in your neighbourhood?
Yes, people need friends, we are not alone
Are there friends you can reach?
Yes, people need friends for a helping hand

Are there friends at your work?
I'm just doing better with friends
Are there friends at your home?
My friends, they are warming my soul

Are there friends when you dance?
With friends, it is always a party
Are there friends when you smile?
My friends, they are making me strong

Are there friends when you cry?
I'm sharing my sorrows with friends
Are there friends you are missing?
My friends, they embrace one another

In the peace of a moment of rest
in pushed up pillows
I feel the love
of a friend opening me

to the Force and the people
I miss, whom I can't give
what I want to share

In my mind I attentively train
my body as a freeway
for what I need
The attention soothes the pain

and my emotions, yet
it is the attention from outside
that makes me happy

lifting me feathery light
into the eternity
of being connected
and letting go of myself

Shoot me, shoot me
shoot me to heaven
up in the oak, everyone
barefoot on the family bed
     Come join us, here you are free!

We don't have to believe in anything
except in each other, the singer too
is loose, he laughs at his amulet
and waves to the old man:
     Come join us, here you are free!

The greybeard sees everything
with twinkling eyes in his long beard
full of bushes of moss in which
the wren whistles:
     Come join us, here you are free!

Come in the Crown
take off your shoes and socks
together on the family bed
a warm blanket to each other
     Come join us, here you are free!

Sorry, do not count on me
I retreat for a while
in a silence wagon, but

I'm still coming along. Sometimes
there are noisy people blowing inside
Nothing to do about it

If they just shut their mouths
they might think -
that their lives very well may slow down

if they want, if they live
like they want life to be
for their children

Where is this train going?
The birds do not know
they see what we eat

and they don't understand:
we eat trees and mountains
metals, we spit them around

we eat what we think

that is empty, the night as well
but still we are hungry -
for attention and beauty

He jumped up
made a somersault with twist
and is back in the circle again

as if nothing happened
in those four seconds
(I guess)

(how was it?)
a flash of beauty
to meditate on now

falling into place myself
from the space of possibilities
and ignorance

Maybe I stay there
maybe it will shift
maybe it stays

I move fluently or with friction
on my own course, along with the rest
     even if I make speed
     to reach a goal

     a well-meant illusion
     if I don't quite dare
     to trust It -
     the water that carries me

     not asking anything from me
     because everything always does fit
     and it is up to me
     what I experienced from it

     and am aware of, then
     getting free from
     the daily problems
     where society squeezes

     and my short-sightedness
     catches bumps and dents
     which I patiently smoothen out
     with attention, attention

     to my injuries
     and to It, the greater whole -
     until I move so smooth and supple
     that there is no friction

     being an invitation
     to whoever needs me
     and does notice me in the stream -
     called as I am called

Everything starts with it, language
(mama's face and sweet words)
turning, crawling, walking
(mama's hand and encouragement)
eating, playing, wanting
(mama's example and commentary)
sand, water, wind, wood and fire
(heaven and earth)
animals, cars, construction cranes
(the world)
school, listening, practising
(teachers and reading)
practising and practising
(expertise)
until my attention slides smoothly
(like a fish in water)
through the matter
(mastery)

With people, it is different
(they are like me)
they scatter my energy
(in changing rain)
from clouds of love

It is this ordinary Tuesday
that has slid by today

over familiar activities, normal
routine

it is the talk about the weather
before I quickly get on again

it is the way it goes, life
Here I am, without a sash

realizing in homeliness
how pale my skin is

under the cotton black
that has no depth and

no gold-stitched thoughts
I'm just sitting, in the evening

and nothing has happened today
Did I live? Do I miss something?

Or is it this, this silence
before I go to sleep?

The pictures, a life of pleasure
no blood, sweat and tears
but people around
my cradle in the family circle

through the gate, the playground
in the park, the stage
of the children
we still are

Then, everyone around the field
halfway through the match
that could still be won
at the time

our hands on the cherry wood
with the rings of our vow
in the middle of the room
on the happiest day

Everything has been celebrated
surrounded by loved ones and friends
for life, in turn each other's
audience around the field

Good day, darling in the mirror
I love you, all day

I will take care of you and as strongly
as my wishful thoughts think

that they will grow from my hands
into my life, rooted

in smiling health
as hungry am I

for lightheartedness
my fears anchored

in glowing blood
my body anchored

in the great soul
of friends everywhere

as hungry am I
for my best self

Trees felled, rivers overflow
The world is unsafe, magic
spells are mangled

We were already afraid of it
Out of desperation some have
predicted it high to low

We don't hear the master
But we are young, we want to live
if necessary against better judgment

No ruin will remain
We build dams and lodges
who and what's in the way is done for

This is the new reality
Learning is hard, the world as small
and poor as we are ourselves

The beasts from outside carry daggers
on their head and have rough hair

they don't let rot anything, they eat
what is weak, almost dead

or already deceased, so is life
and it is good that way

Without you from now on
because the wild boar came

a ruffle in the distance
their snorting at the door

the black of their eyes
deep as the universe

Nothing is left, everything remains
and runs away on fast legs

The wild boar eat everything
They are good friends

Maybe we were once stranded here
on the slopes of these mountains
between the white peaks and the low land

We certainly came up with words
to tell that story
and we went into the world

with that answer to the question
Where do we come from?
From the belly of the boat

as the image of our Mother
Earth, who is born where she is
in the lap of heaven

above the Holy Mountains
which kiss eternity
on the border of our existence

We move on and give names
to the world we discover
Time and space embrace us

Sometimes I go crazy with all the life
I want to live, but that does not fit
in the time I have

Emotions get in my way
they proliferate and fill
the time I have

I must shed them with love
because the hard way fails
in the time I have

to break myself open
and shift my attention
to the sun

in the life nearby
to which I can connect
in the time I have

Fortunately, she is still there
the enthusiastic girl
in me, she would like to

play with her sister
who lacked so much
and still does feel it

and still is trying
to catch up with it, it's not easy

to help her
listen to the love

of my adult mind
She wants a father like fathers
should be, a dad, close

in her head, in my head
to protect her and
to be her example

Here I laughed with the son
of the ferryman at the people
who don't believe in miracles
we had a beer and he pointed

me the way in the maze
of ditches and country roads
the windmills in the distance
beckoned me, but I was afraid

of getting lost and I longed
for a good bed
before I would kneel
in the Holy Site

Now it's a dead affair here
a miracle of nature
ivy overgrows the ground
the trees and the tombstones

but there are no roots growing
between the bones in the pit
on which I stand, only fungi
that have been living for centuries

There is no longer a ferry

Seven days is enough
if you only have seven days
to create

Humans do have more time
but no one sees the results
because they are never finished

Yet I keep working
My fire flares up
I want to burn intensely

and lose myself in attention
to the bodies and the languages
that make people readable

lose myself in them
in the fire of their attention
which creates my life

He was left sick
in a cave made up as a nest

with dates, figs, in leather bags
also water and wine, light and dark
emmer beer, syrup, bread, butter
cheese and mutton, all set ready
and hanging around his head

In the sweet scent of resins
he lay there as in a grave
and the moon watched over him
After three days he rose
from his dreams and his tears

He set out to cross the mountains
where no trees grow
Prince Lugalbanda
who adorned the young eagle with the lion's head
with kohl around its eyes

and fragrant sprigs of white cedar
on its head, and around the chick
he arranged the fat sheep meat
that he had salted, and chunks
of bread dough mixed with honey

The Storm-bird rewarded him
with the power to run
tirelessly and fast
like seven storms, like the sun
in its orbit in the sky

To discover what who
sometimes why, by dothinking
not in bed like a buzzard

up on thermal
to a higher view
spiral-wise screwing up thoughts

and then diving on the core
that's the way I'd like to do it
but my head splashes apart

like a seedpod full of questions
from which a garden of wonder
grows about life and why

we make such a fuzz about it
that we entrench
and build artificial flowers

as if that changes anything

I walk back and forth
my house is not big

Outside is too far for me
and it is cold there
with dark clouds

I have plenty of time
to look, to see
small contrasts, birds flying past
the life that is dear to me

Do come to me
feel what is real
for which I put so much effort
feel what is important

what is pleasant, beautiful and cheerful
feel that there are friends
to share it with

now and later for yourself
there's no need to be afraid

I allure you, dancing
slowly around you right
through the laser rays
my eyes don't let you go

I get far enough into you
not to go with you right away
We'll meet tomorrow
and then in a week

At home, my parents are waiting
with their dreams about me
In the city, a career awaits
and in my body everything awaits

the next step
It is the art of balancing
to be myself
and to know what I want

We meditated in India
but we better sing
about our frustrations

Half of it is humbug
nice throw-away songs

to fall asleep to or
about being in love, fighting
over a woman, monkeys
and mirrors on your shoe-tips
to peek at an excitement
you don't see

so that we reach you
with the other half

- Fame is a roller coaster
   you always get out at the bottom
- Finding peace within yourself
   is the beginning
   of the revolution
- Black birds also sing
   beautifully, don't break their wings
- and stop feeding
   fat pigs
- Live wisely, no sweets
   It's bad for your teeth

Begin at the beginning
and strike out all conceitedness

After my education is the party
Everyone at table, now
we are going into the world
solve the problems
There's nothing better

We can do it
We are entitled to it
Everything is possible
Who does what?
Who has a plan?

     We didn't agree
     and that was against us
     The deal is off
     No happiness for all people
     Mission Failed

     A hard lesson
     to be more or all the less
     realistic
     or both, if you can be young
     and old at the same time

Under the vine, I dance
with my swan arm one by one
the grapes above our heads
gracefully to your longing mouth
in my lap
     Do you feel what I feel?

Or does your desire look too far
ahead and is it worried
whether it will stay that way?
I don't know, I don't know
We shall see, you are with me
     Do you feel what I feel?

The smile in your eyes
sucks me in your heart
that's nice, we kiss
the light of heaven
and the goodness of the earth
     Do I feel what you feel?

I feel love, and it makes us
beautiful, it makes beautiful
what we do, do not doubt
     Feel what I feel
     then I will feel what you feel

The light is brighter
the colours live, I feel
it is fresh: it is fresh
Why would I want a coat

over this happiness? - my breathing
in the pure reality
of reality, knowing
that it is not a dream

even though flowers grow in the dark
and green lights are jumping around
between the autumn leaves of the garden
No enchantment, but sparks

of eternity
I shiver from it
I feel
Maybe it is cold

maybe my soul shivers
from the closeness
of the fulfilment
of my longing for happiness

After a hard day, longing
for comfort and empathy
I adore and slander

the radiant life
of the Stars, the elite
above the Beautiful World

Away with the whining
of necessity, reason
and science

Away with that low elite
in the shadow of my life
who says to know it all

so well and explains to me
with far too many words
that there is more

then entertainment and wealth
away with being difficult
which doesn't buy me anything

certainly not happiness
because I am not as rich
as I make the Stars

Other people's wind blows
along your house and my house
with old songs that we hum
when sweeping the floor

We look at Déjà vu
once more and we dance
in thoughts, in real life
we are off the map

My breath is precious, every minute
twelve times pain and misery
twelve times the gentle wind
that conforms, that snuggles up

against the busy people
as a knowledge that we exist --
a reaching embrace
with always thinner kisses

Okay, I did it, I had to drive
a smouldering stake in his eye
Screaming, he lashed out

and in the panic, he saw nothing
with his other eye either
That was it, a good story

which I loved to tell, but
apparently, it's not good enough
for today's sailors

who have seen skulls
in Mount Etna's caves
with a large hole in the middle

One-eyed giants died there
worthy of a hero
like me, they say

but I do know
that they were elephants
one-trunked four-footers

What is the matter with people
that they rather believe in fantasies
than in real, hard life?

All interest unpredictably
distorts what I do
I have learned not to pay attention
It's just shadows

and the laws, certificates and
my prudence protect me
Honorary money and ingratitude
serve me right

It is not difficult
to believe in it
as long as the money rolls

from one hand in the other
like a snowball
getting bigger
from the little pushes I give

knowing that it will melt
as soon as it comes to stop
and then ultimately will
leave nothing usable

If only we were invisible
free from obligations
not in this glass house

I miss people
who care about me, mama
like you, mama, you

     When I get out of here
     I don't need anything
     but friends around me

The contracts have been signed
they shattered the glass
and the sun shines on us again

Yet we run off
we are free and run away
from greed and applause

     Now that we have escaped
     we don't need anything
     but friends around us

Dad doesn't get off my back
since I left home
He is angry

about my friends
and takes things from me
Home invasion

The police are trying
to appease it, I have to beg
for help, protection

His honour is at stake
He wants to restore
my virginity or lock me up

He can't go back and not ahead
he prefers to suffocate
in his lied right

instead of fully growing up
and rejoicing
in his family's prosperity

Plains full of containers, the warehouses
of Rotterdam, and the countryside
full of flat blocks, hubs
of our consumption

We take good care of ourselves
It is so naturally
that we see no alternatives
Our prosperity is always

having everything available
so squirrels are jumping back
and forth between the stockpiles
to satisfy our hunger

Desires are fleeting
and impatient impulses
More and more needs
to be enjoyed

Experiences cost too much
time and effort, they don't shine
by themselves, on the timeline
in which we dress

I passed my parents
from much younger to one and a half
times older than they, more serious
I became, a grandmother I became

Experience, recognizing
my life in friends
seeing it again
in the children and grandchildren

Sticking together
our bodies familiar
with defects, pain
and messy memories

And now I want to leave
away from the timeless artificial light
of the hospital, slip away
dreamily in your memories

Chance brought you here
and me, I look and take a step
closer to touch you

hide and hair, the velvet
of your leaves: what do you feel
when I stroke you?

My warmth like I
feel yours? The sun
in me?

My garden is your garden
you're not in my shadow
I in yours only

if I grant you the sun
fire, water, earth and air
you just are

blown this way, trying
your luck, a stranger
where I happen to live