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Gedichte

Vöglein mit dem Ringlein rot

 

Vöglein mit dem Ringlein rot

singt: leide, leide, leide.

Fliegt davon, es ist nun tot

in die alte Weide.

 

Zärtlich sanfter Sommerwind

streichelt, zart wie Seide

und das kleine Vogelkind

schlüpft aus seinem Kleide.

 

Dehnt sich aus und formt sich neu;

ist Wind, ist Land, ist Raunen.

Gleitet durch das weite Tal,

fühlt die Welt mit Staunen.

 

Nebelschwaden wabern schon

um den Fuß der Weide,

kalter Wind der Dämmerung

raschelt, wispert: leide!

 

Zarte Federn lösen sich

von dem Ast der Weide,

wirbeln, tanzen, mischen sich

sanft mit ihrem Kleide.

 

 Lächelnd raunt der alte Baum:

„Wind, du kommst vergebens.

Vöglein ohne Ringlein rot

ist frei der Last des Lebens“.

 

Weinender Karfunkelstein

fließt langsam in den Nebel ein.

Darin ein Ringlein rot wie Blut,

sendet eine letzte Glut,

verlöscht im Morgenlichte.

 

 

Kleine Spinne

 

Ich frage mich gerade:

Was macht uns wirklich aus?

Mit logischer Erkenntnis

erbauen wir ein Haus.

Die Winkel sind gerade,

die Masse gut gewählt,

gleichmäßig die Fassade,

so dass es alles hält.

Es ist uns selbstverständlich,

das Wissen um den Strahl,

durch Trennung wird er endlich,

durch Anspitzen ein Pfahl.

Und so erbaun wir Städte,

der Meister ist das Licht.

Wir falten uns die Strahlen

und stemmen das Gewicht.

Wir bauen auf in Schichten,

der Raum wird unterteilt,

wir messen und wir richten,

doch wer einmal verweilt-

dem zeigt die kleine Spinne,

auch sie erkennt den Strahl,

erschafft ihn neu in Mustern,

sie rechnet ohne Zahl.

Sie teilt das Licht in Räume,

verwoben in ein Netz,

gleichmäßig sind die Säume,

auch sie kennt das Gesetz.

Und wähnen wir uns klüger

als alles um uns her,

dann hörn wir auf zu lernen,

denn es gibt so viel mehr.

Die Eine und die Andere

 

                                                                    

 

                                           Die Eine steht im Nebellicht und sieht sich alles an.

                               Die Andre läuft den Menschen nach und flieht so gut sie kann.

 

                                                             Sie rennt und rennt im Hamsterrad

                                                                     dem Glück stets hinterher.

                                                                Die Eine raunt:“Geh`meinen Weg!

                                                                     Ich weiß, er ist sehr schwer!“

 

                                                                   Die Andre macht die Ohren zu

                                                                      und läuft vor Angst davon.

                                                                 Die Eine steht- und sieht ihr zu,

                                                                    sie lacht ihr nach voll Hohn.

 

                                                               Die Eine setzt sich auf den Stein,

                                                                      sie wartet einfach ab.

                                                             Die Andre läuft und läuft und läuft,

                                                                      bis nahe an das Grab.

 

                                                           Sie fällt heraus, die Zeit steht still.

                                                             Die Kraft reicht nicht mehr aus

                                                           um aufzustehn, auch wenn sie will,

                                                                   das Rennen ist jetzt aus.

 

                                                       Das Licht ist hell und schwarz zugleich,

                                                                 die Augen sind fast blind.

                                                       So weit, weit weg vom Menschenreich,

                                                                    das kalte, blaue Kind.

 

                                                              Die Eine hilft ihm aufzustehn,

                                                                   die Augen werden klar.

                                                              Erblicken das, was immer ist,

                                                                   erblicken das, was war.

 

                                                               Die Andre wagt es, aufzusehn,

                                                            den Schritt vom Menschen wegzugehn,

                                                                  zu finden, was gewartet hat,

                                                                   zu leben ohne Hamsterrad.

 

                                                                 Die Eine wird die Andre sein,

                                                                  die Andre wie die Eine sein.

                                                                Die Stille geht ins Licht hinein.

 

 

The ornamental fish

 

 All my life I`ve been waiting,

I longed for the spell, that would show me my way.

Holding tight an illusion

that somebody cares for me somewhere someday.

 

Left my childhood by breaking

this bridge back to sunshine, that lighted my life.

Stormy emotions were shaking

my soul and it tumbled from flying to dive.

 

 

Closing my eyes in the flow,

I wanted to let myself go.

Drifting in water and swimming in skies,

my mind made a journey with dream-walking eyes.

So, I walked with my dream-looking eyes through the day

and thought, nevertheless they will show me my way.

 

 

When I met you I felt,

that something is wrong.

But the wish to be safe

was incredible, strong.

And although I saw

the violence in you,

I believed that I would

be able to do


all the things that can make you

a partner in love

and I swore to the stars

on heaven above

that I would heal you

if you would safe me

and together like Bonnie and Clyde we could be.

 

Then my dream-walking eyes couldn`t help me no more.

I went into the net and away from the shore.

Your cold hands they pressed me deep into the dark,

you swam circles around me, just like a shark.

 

Your circles, they narrowed and my world, it grew small.

I swam in a fishbowl, from glass was the wall.

But nobody saw the wall, except me.

And I, myself were not able to see,

that all my believing`s just were a wish,

cause I were for you an ornamental fish.

 

So, I swam in my glass and I couldn`t get out.

And nobody outside, could hear me shout.

 

The years, they went by

and I had resigned

myself to the fishbowl

and I hid my mind.

 

But the current was changing, it flowed towards the shore

and the fishbowl, it stuck, didn`t move any more.

 

 

And the shark couldn`t swim around and around

and he started to think about what he had found.

 

That life is merciless when we must go,

repeating itself like a glamorous show.

Then he lay himself down and he had to give free

his immortal soul

to eternity.

But the shark stays alive in dreams like a ghost

and visits from there, them he loves most.

 

 Then the fishbowl fell over and opened the way

to swim into the see and at first all was grey.

The grey that is black and the grey that is white,

in it all the people with every day`s fight.

 

The view became clearer, the sounds became loud,

the ornamental fish was swimming about.

It looked all around, could not see a face,

it felt all alone and searched for a place.

 

A place to remember, a place to forget,

a place for free living

and far from a net.

And in this new life, grew a great wish:

Never more I will live like an ornamental fish.

 

The scales became feathers,

the fins became wings.

A new-born bird rose up,

believing all things,

what the yearning for live

to sad people brings.

 

 

It was

closing its eyes in the flow

and wanted to let itself go.

It drifted in music and flew through the sky,

its mind made a journey with dream-walking eye.

So, it walked with its dream-looking eyes through the day

and thought, nevertheless they will show it the way.

 

 

And the bird was a woman, the woman am I.

In that time, when I met you, my soul it could fly.

And I showed to the world a glorious change,

thought that I would be free, that feeling was strange.

 

Played my game like a clown,

played for you and for me,

created my world as I wished, it would be.

 

As a clown I performed a glamorous show.

Outside I was strong and resisted to know

that the feeling of freedom was part of the game.

To make the game real, life gave it a frame.


The frame was my love to you, felt me at home

but that was a fallacy, I was alone.

 

Because I loved you and you didn`t love me.

I believed promises. I couldn`t see.

That even the stars on heaven above

are unable to create any love.

 

My love was my destiny and was my task.

I opened my soul, but you wore a mask.

 

 

And I closed my eyes in the flow,

full of confidence I let me go.

And so, felt me like up in the sky,

made a journey with dream-walking eye.

I walked with this love-looking eyes through the day

and threw piece for piece

 all my armour away.

 

 

So, the arrow that came out of nowhere

could hit me deep inside so sneaky and cruel.

And the pain was so hard, that it threw me

deep into a life without any rule.

 

The world it got dark, I was speechless,

my spirit was lost in a cloud without sound.

Diving in darkness, in pieces

without any sky and without any ground.

 

It tore me apart into pieces

from heartache and weakness,

from silence and cry.

My faith broke away, I was falling

down into a hole

and the ground was a lie.

 

But I took a new start and forgave you.

You said, that means so much to you.

From that time, I saw your reflection

and I felt that your words are not true.

 

And even my mind told me: Stop!

My heart didn`t want to give up.

Deep in me broke out the war.

I couldn’t talk nice anymore.

 

The words that I told you, are lost in the dark.

But because I spoke them YOU became a shark.

Your anger, it hit me, when I tried to see,

that you`re not the One, that I thought you would be.

 

At that time, I lost any illusion,

I felt strange in myself and strange in each day.

Numb like a fish, full confusion.

Gone every feeling to find any way.

 

Crawled through the days like a dream-walking clown,

all what I did was unreal.

I couldn`t allow me to feel.

No longer power to make my game real.

 

My thoughts went in circles, my mouth could not speak

and my mind, it was dark, my body was weak.

And the air, it was muddy, black shapes all around,

and everything lost, what I thought, that I`d found.

Your lies grew around me, they tried to begin

get in me and eat all my meat, all my skin.

 

Not able to breathe and not able to fight.

My life at its end and even the light

didn`t get through.

In my soul there was night.

 

 

Then my heart started weeping and tears made from blood,

they washed lies and the darkness away.

The wind changed and captured the shadows,

it changed them from black into grey.

 

 

I left my hiding place and started looking for myself.

 

 

Stood outside and saw, I was living.

Observed me,

not able for giving

my heart to the mirror that showed me the way.


 

The air, it got quiet,

the time, it stood still.

I walked through the mirror-

and stood on a hill.

Was alone with my fear and I saw, it was me,

was a part of myself like the root of a tree.

 

 

And it changed to my friend

and it turned me around.

Found me inside myself

with my feet on the ground.

 

Rose my eyes up around,

saw the land, saw the see.

I opened my arms and the wind

it was me.

 

 

Now I open my eyes in the flow,

don`t need to let myself go.

Live with the day and live with the night,

my mind makes a journey, it`s able to fight.

So, I walk with a smile in my eyes through the day

and know, now I`m safe and I`ll go my way.


 

 

 

 

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