Fließen lassen

Wenn es eng wird in mir, dann gehe ich zum Fluss,

sehe das Weiche, lasse das Harte,

und schaue auf die Schatten,

lasse los und schaue auf das, was wirklich wichtig ist.

Ich habe eine Verwandte, ich bin wie sie. Erschrecke ich mich, ziehe ich mich zurück. Dieses Mal nicht ganz. Ich warte, ich spüre, ich lausche.

Wenn es ruhiger wird, dann strecke ich langsam,

sehr langsam

meinen Körper und meine Fühler

hinaus. Behutsam gehe ich weiter

und sehe die Schönheit der Welt.

draufklick = große Bilder – please click to enlarge

Ich lausche den Sounds of Silence

Hello, darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‚Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

„Fools“, said I, „You do not know“
„Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you“
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said
„The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence“

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