Leuchtturm

Fuer Einen

Die Andern sind das weite Meer.
Du aber bist der Hafen.
So glaube mir: Kannst ruhig schlafen,
Ich steure immer wieder her.

Denn all die Stuerme, die mich trafen,
Sie liessen meine Segel leer.
Die Andern sind das bunte Meer,
Du aber bist der Hafen.

Du bist der Leuchtturm. Letztes Ziel.
Kannst Liebster, ruhig schlafen.
Die Andern...das ist Wellenspiel,

Du aber bist der Hafen.


by Mascha Kaleko (1907-1975)

Mute

He was standing and holding her. Tight enough to give her the support she needed, loose enough to give her space to expand her grief to its fully extend and to let it go. She was wearing the body of a mature woman but its action was the one of a child; leaning on him, slightly bent towards him - almost curled under the heavy pain. Her eyes were closed tight, her eyebrows frowned, her mouth wide open. No tears were wetting her cheeks, no sound leaving her open mouth - pure, clean, simple silence was all there was.

And I looked at him - a wise serenity was lying on his face, like a soft curtain hanging perfectly down a window. He knew all too well that holding her was all he could do.

And when I looked at her again, her face reminded me that there is a pain that we can set free, that we can cry out into the world. And that there is an overwhelming pain that fills us entirely, that leaves no air to breathe. A vacuum created by pain that leaves us - mute.

Gypsy

I am a gypsy, a wanderer, a traveller, a nomad.

My wish was to be rooted in life - my life is about rooting out.

I am an upside down tree, my roots in the sky, my crown bedded in the earth.

What makes me human is my stem.

I am a gypsy, a wanderer, a traveller, a nomad.

I am the daughter of a father who was the same.

I am the daughter of a mother who was not.

What I wish for seems unreachable, what I am is what I am.

Life is moving - and I swim.

Life is changing - and I swim.

Life gives and takes - and I still swim.

I do not drown -

Cause I am

A gypsy, a wanderer, a traveller, a nomad.

Thank you Carmen and Thank you Luka.

Pink Tulips

Safar

Safar - Travel

by

Moein

Safar kardam ke az eshghed jodah sham

I travelled to apart from your love

Delam mikhast dige ashegh nabasham

My heart wanted me to not be in love anymore

Vali eshghet too ghalbam munde ey vay

But your love is still residing in my heart

Dele divunamo soozoonde ey vay

It burned my foolish heart

Dele divunamo soozoonde ey vay

It burned my foolish heart

Hanuzam ashegham

And I am still in love

Hanuzam ashegham

And I am still in love

Donya ye dardam

I am in the world of pain

Messe parvaneha doret migardam

Like butterflies I circle around you

Messe parvaneha doret migardam

Like butterflies I circle around you

Safar kardam ke az yadam beri didam nemishe

I travelled so that you leave my memory I realized it´s not working

Akhe eshghe ye ashegh ba nadidan kam nemishe

Because the love of a lover doesn´t get less by not seeing each other

Ghame dur az to mundan ye bi bal o param kard

Grief from being far away from you made me without wings and feathers

Naraft az yade man eshgh safar ashegtaram kard

Love didn´t leave my memory Travel made me more in love

Hannooz pishmargetam man bemiram ta namiri

I am still dying before you I shall die so that you don´t

Khosham ba khateratam ino az man nagiri

I am blissful with my memories Don´t take them away from me

Delam az abr o barun bejoz esme to nashnid

My heart , from clouds and rain , beside your name didn´t hear a thing

Too mahtabe shabuneh faghat tsheshmam to ra did

In the moonlight of the night my eyes only saw you

Nasho ba man gharibe messe namehrabunha

Don´t become a stranger with me like the unkind

Bala gardune tshashmat zamin o asemuna

Above heaven your eyes the earth and the skies

Mikham bargardam amma mitarsam

I want to come back but I am afraid

Mitarsam begi harfi nadari

I am afraid that you will say you have no words for me

Begi eshghi namunde

You will say there is no love left

Mitarsam beri tanham bezari

I am afraid that you might go and leave me alone

Hannooz pishmargetam man bemiram ta namiri

I am still dying before you I shall die so that you don´t

Khosham ba khateratam ino az man nagiri

I am blissful with my memories Don´t take them away from me

To ra didam tu barun dele darya to budi

I saw you in the rain You were the heart of the sea

To moje sabze sabzeh tane sahrah to budi

You were the dark green wave You were the body of the desert

Mage mishe nadidet too mahtabe shabuneh?

Is it possible he didn´t see you in the moonlight of the night?

Mage mishe nakhundet too shehre asheghune?

Is it possible he didn´t sing you the song of the lovers?

Mikham bargardam amma mitarsam

I want to come back but I am afraid

Mitarsam begi harfi nadari

I am afraid that you will say you have no words for me

Begi eshghi namunde

You will say there is no love left

Mitarsam beri tanham bezari

I am afraid you might go and leave me alone

Hannooz pishmargetam man bemiram ta namiri

I am still dying before you I shall die so that you don´t

Khosham ba khateratam ino az man nagiri

I am blissful with my memories Don´t take them away from me

Hannooz pishmargetam man bemiram ta namiri

I am still dying before you I shall die so that you don´t

Khosham ba khateratam ino az man nagiri

I am blissful with my memories Don´t take them away from me

Peanut Butter

Peanut Butter used to be popular in the United States until January 2009 and rose to super stardom since then...Elected "Celebrity of the Year 2009" by my humble self, right after our new president Obama.

And while, from my point of view, this country is blessed with a gorgeous looking man in the white house, Peanut Butter never even made it close to my personal top 10 - Yes, i know and we all know that "the intrinsic values"... et cetera , et cetera. But whoever renounces the blank truth and reality that the first impression is not a sharp look straight into ones personality and soul, but rather a simple look at someones phyiscal appearance, is in denial - and Peanut Butter lacks the looks. And maybe, maybe we finally found out why PB looks the way it looks....

It is, in spite of its appearance, certainly one of Americans favorite foods: spread on bread, found in muffins and waffles, in oatmeal and pasta, soup and beef, ricecrackers and candy bars, cookies and even salad. Peanut Butter was part of the American Dream.

Salmonella and Peanut Butter not only had nothing in common, but put together are a so called "unhappy marriage". And there is a specific reason why. Food and shit just don´t go together - never.

Peanut Butter should contain by law a minimum of 90% peanuts, the remaining 10% usually consisting of natural sweeteners, a little bit of salt and some stabilizer to keep it fresh.

While Salmonella is a living bacteria housing in the intestinal tracts of infected animals or humans, passing from the feces to one another, causing disgust and diarrhea.

One of the nations largest proudct recalls are happening right now. No one dares to say it out loud, but : Americans were eating shit. And I think it would be only fair to know: Who shit in the Peanut Butter?

Pierre & Gilles

Home

I hold to no Religion or Creed,

Am neither Eastern nor Western,

Muslim or Infidel,

Zoroastrian, Christian, Jew or Gentile.

I come from neither Land nor Sea,

Am not related to those Above or Below,

Was not born Nearby or Far Away,

Do not live either in Paradise or on this Earth,

Claim descent not from Adam and Eve or the Angels above.

I transcend Body and Soul.

My home is beyond Place and Name.

It is with the Beloved, in a Space beyond Space.

I embrace All and am part of All.

By Jelaluddin Rumi

Absence

It is surprising that although I know that life can make quick, fast turns and make people disappear faster than it makes them appear - it still hits me hard when one is taken away.

Erased all of a sudden, abducted, cut out and all I can see are fading footprints in the snow. And I sit and watch the fooprints, trying to trace the person as good as I can, sketch every valley and canyon, every mountain in his face,trying to rebuild this person again using the pictures in my mind, trying to put weight on an invisible to make him heavy again - to make him visible the fading one so that he can keep on making footprints....at least for a while.

And he will walk again, not far, maybe a step or two until he vanishes again and I will start all over, retracing, resketching...And I´ll make him stay as long as I can until the pictures in my mind, one by one, become indistinct, before they too get erased.

One picture will stay with me and not fade. Too light to make you stay again but heavy enough to leave your footprint in my life.

Rest in peace Jerome.

Present Moment

30 600 000 results on google about the present moment - most of them preaching the same: its importance. Mine not included.

One should not give answers upfront, as they are not anwers. Each answer is being born by a specific, unique question asked by a single human being. Within the process that one mind undergoes in order to get his answer lies already his answer. At the end the word might be the same - but the road that leads to it is a different one.

To enjoy the present moment means to accept that the present will be past. It means that we have to accept that every moment is, just like us, alive and therefore subject to one of the certain rules of nature: Birth and Death.

Only by one present moment passing away, we make space for a new one.

Being in the present moment is choosing to sit in the most beautiful room of an apartment. The one room that has it all. Large windows, the best light and the perfect temperature...It is the one room that doesn´t have one great corner, but 4 great corners. It is the room where everything I love has space. The fireplace next to the bathtub , surrounded by books, the smell of flowers, the warmth of the sunlight.....

It is a choice we make. It is the choice of entering this room and knowing that you will have to leave, move into another room that is going to be totally different and unknown...

It is the choice of grabbing the hand of another, knowing that we can´t hold it forever, and letting it go...