Freedom

breathing simply to breathe
going simply to go
being simply to be
without thougths, without plan, without goal

The girl in the bath-tub

Her body is frozen
the water is rising towards her shoulders.

She is screaming inside.
The endless silence is still all that is there.

To her the silence creates an everlasting noise in her head.

The water is rising towards her face.
The explosive panic is starting to settle in her body.

It almost looks like she is getting used to it.

Out of nowhere a dark shadow appears behind her.
He looks strong.

I cant see the fear in her eyes,
but I know she is afraid.

Without much effort he firmly pushes her down.
The water covers her head.

There is nothing I can do,
but to watch her let go.

Flower

The stone.
The stone in the air, which I followed.
Your eye, as blind as the stone.

We were
hands,
we baled the darkness empty, we found
the word that ascended summer:
flower.

Flower - a blind man's word.
Your eye and mine:
they see
to water.

Growth.
Heart wall upon heart wall
adds petals to it.

One more word like this word, and the hammers
will swing over open ground.


Paul Celan

the rays that melt the shell or light on its return journey

chasms these
we no longer
need to plumb
more than a heart
in the sun has set

more than a sun
for hills to recall
when to night
the sea returns
and sleep returns

of us too some dust
on your wings you bear
in your endless flight

you
cruising flame of chaos
conjurer of space

_________________________

written years ago, returning here to echo 'the black hole'

You are me

I offer you,
voice I speak myself,
take me.
Make all things fall,
for you unite all of me.

the black hole

I

black and deep

uncertain and daunting

narrowed and airless

rays of love melt the shell

an irresistible force stills the mind

warmth makes the heart glow

it’s the far-reaching felicity of the self

that is and will always be and shall never fade

not from this world but forever allied forever united

II

a black hole

a black nothingness

it is not

it does not exist

it does not sense

it is unfeeling, in airless space, unseeable ,though in peace

trying to touch it lightly

to embrace it

to stroke it

to sense it

I cannot, it is not,I will not

I will not!

too black?

too empty?

too cold?

too vulnerable?

no tears, to melt the shell

no pain to be felt

no longing to warm it up

nothing

III

sad without knowing why

groundless void

no goal, no way, nothing.