My Poems
My own poems. Inspired by Rumi, Hafez, Kabir, Al Hallaj and Daniel Ladinsky.
No joy in this game
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“Its so easy to deceive”
The fox said, her eyes dim and sad
“But there is no joy in this game”
I am not the deceiver
Nor am i the deceived
I am ready to surrender
Take me
I am ready to bow
I am ready to receive
You are so kind
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You are the Ocean and the drop
the burglar and the cop
the soil and the crop
You are fortune and the wheel
made of stainless steel
You are so soft so kind so real!
You are the pain and the gain
Now you are Abel
Next you are Kain
Thoughts come and go
But You
You will remain!
Virgin poet
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“Please be gentle”, i said
“You are my first mystic poem”,
But the poem tore my shirt,
threw me on the floor,
jumped naked on top of me
and started kissing me passionately
The fire quickly burned the room,
numbed my senses and evaporated every desire
i ever had…
within seconds the whole universe turned to dust…
In the distance
I heared a familiar but faint voice thinking
this mystical poetry business
sure ain’t
for the faint of heart…
Way too narrow
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“Who are you”
Sang the mystic sparrow
I am love itself,
wispered a wingless fellow
I am the bow,
the shooter
the hit and the miss
the target…
I am the arrow!
But I rather stay undefined
If i would think myself constraint
I would end up way too narrow
Roadtrip to infinity
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On my road trip towards infinity
I met the holy trinity
It was hard enough to see
who was who
But things got really complex
when I heard the angels sing in heaven
Never mind them
“Who are you?”
For ever gone outside
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I lost my heart in the woods
She did not want to leave
As she deeply fell in love with the light,
the birds and the trees
I daily go back to find her
But she keeps hiding from me, as I feared
The more I try to reclaim her
The more my love disappeared
The snail’s quest
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A snail was on a lifelong quest
To search for truth’s source
His heart burned for adventure
To go out and find the Simorgh’s nest
He sailed all Oceans
defied the steepest waves
climbed the highest mountains
searched the darkest caves
But no matter how hard he tried
The nest remained hidden
behind every stone he turned
truth seemed to quickly hide
Then he met an ancient master
A stork, standing on just One leg
who told him without speaking
“There is no Simorghs egg”
“Truth was never born
Truth will never die”
You will never see a Simorgh fly
just be silent
turn within
you can’t find her
because
you’re looking
through her eye
Blue
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We were as blue as the sky
And believed the clouds were our sin
When we played that ancient game
That no one can ever win
We never lost our innocence
But we lost our believe in two
When the wind told us her secret
There can be only One
You are my mirror
And I mirror you
Faith
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