In the blue sky of winter
I am standing in the dark.
But I do not need
to be shown the way.
Foolish and stubborn, some say.
Others, an old warrior
carrying old wounds.
I say….
Sometimes the streets are bare.
And you have to follow
a lonely path to seek the truth.
And not betray your own soul.
I wonder, when will I be able to rest?

​

So many words
that cut away
from darkness.
The air assumes
a different sense.
There are no expectations
and nothing is idle.
Sometimes to look
at years has no purpose.
So, we turn to the here and now.
And the will, to find the way.
​

In this place,
who can understand the way?
Like rays of the sun,
it is all over the world.
When you take a moment to think.
When you take a moment to feel.
But beaten paths the
machines have laid.
And moral conduct lost.
In this place,
who can understand the way?
​

Alone in the city.
Sunrays nudge me
in all directions.
Trying to remind me
of a glorious past.
But I have moved on.
The winter cold dips in and out.
But I hardly notice it.
Everywhere I go,
backwards or forwards.
I keep checking,
with heart and soul
all the life around me.
Then, I am no longer
alone in this world.
And things that are dark
suddenly became clear.

​
​I did not come to this place
​to flee the world.
​Nor to follow a sacred path.
​But here, there is enough
​to bridge life and death.
​With a few kind and
​loving souls to guide the way.

In the city that day,
the bare sky flashed
its way forward.
The long sounds of people
mixing with melting walls.
Danced before me.
The children played
near the white horse.
Which reminded me
of your gentleness.
I thought there must be a
Buddha of this place.
I keep thinking all
the time about this.

​

​
​With a journal,
a camera and a
good cup of coffee.
Seeing life is easy.
All I have to do
is greet myself
with words and solace.
Then, walk the streets.
One, two, three,
four steps, and again.
And before me,
everything spreads
through my heart.

Look, can you see it?
Listen, can you hear it?
Reach out, can you touch it?
This is the way things are.
The simplest keys to
happiness are all around you,
and within you.
Inside you, there is nothing lacking
you have all the answers
This is the way.

This autumn the leaves
are falling asleep.
Echoing in cold and
dark days to come.
But there is always light,
softly shining.
Linking the heart
and soul threads.
So, open your eyes
and look carefully.
You will see the difference
between dragging the
heart and soul around.
And letting them dance
on the ripples of life.

​The rain has stopped.
The wind has settled.
And, today at least.
I am content to be myself.
Let the world go about
its changes