Month: January 2017

Detriment

when Munich called me ~ I went again and again ~ to its white-blue skies

if we could only ~ grasp the essence of stillness ~ all will become clear

timeless travellers ~ we are at home everywhere ~ and nowhere at all

life is a mocker ~ laughing at our dire efforts ~ best to laugh along

usually controlled ~ sometimes my words turn feral ~ my poetry wild

the first clean brush stroke ~ on an empty white canvas ~ breaks the silent spell

we looked at the moon ~ the southern cross in the sky ~ that’s how it began