Listening

Listening

In the sallow twilight of dusk I sit,
silent and soundless.

I’m listening to the rustling leaves,
getting lost in the song of the wind whistling through the trees.

I try to be very quiet, my breathing decelerates,
my heart beat winds down.

Silent now – almost without a sound – I am sitting here,
swaying to and fro like a straw in the wind.

I am listening deep inside of me,
calm I am!
My blood rushes through my body,
like a mountain stream after a thunderstorm.

Still getting calmer, listening,
I hear the rain drops clutching to earth almost withouth a sound.

I hear the crescendo of the impact when a drop hits the earth.
Hear the gargling sound when it sinks into the ground.

Thievishly I follow its way through the arteries of Mother Earth,
I float and swim through the odorous soil.

Deeper and deeper I am dragged.
Suddenly there is silence around …

I hover in total silence!
Can hardly breath, I am deaf …

But then I notice – it isn’t silent here,
I have just become part of the pulse.

Steadily the pulse is beating …
silence!

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Written on 15th January 2004 – so it is a bit older.

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Picture taken on Melaten cemetary, Cologne!
It is so peaceful there …

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