Thursday, August 08, 2019

sand bags

was it you ?
who cut a hole on the bottom
of a tiny sand bag filled with love
and now it is pouring down
as fast at it fills up
on the beach
I bend down to fill up
this heart shaped bag
and you laugh
while the ocean cries tears
on the sand, which dries them out
and they all shine
traces of loves past
walking down this shore
with light heart
and who knows maybe with dreams
of common futures
or just the joy of the moment
and the new energy thew drew , as they should
from the old salt
while the ocean keeps waving
lifting our hopes for all of us

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

catch up my soul

recalcitrant to progress one may say
but all i think is that you have to pace yourself
take time to breath, and time for joy
sit down with friends and talk in peace
allowing to transcend the boundaries of time
and let your soul catch up and maybe
to align to where you want to go

Friday, April 12, 2019

black hole

look hard through the dark
and you will see the vastness of the night
look again and calculate your chances
to come out into the light
look long from different angles
and reverse the flight
just turn the universe with grace
as you would tune a sleeve from inside out
and shine your corollary smile
that burns just like a ring of fire
at the edge of the wide mouth
that has sucked ALL pain and struggle
All the matter it has known in the immensity
that is to all Unknown




Monday, March 18, 2019

the truth

The truth is important to me;
is it important to you?
or will you let 
youR anger shaped thoughts
Build it for you ?

Because of your strong and Sheer Will
You Hear them Ring true,
But SHOULD you make others 
believe in them too?

And Why would you harm
the green shoots 
Do think it is Not hard  Enough
to grow in the shade of tall trees?

let the river Feed new and old roots
Its waters are enough for All trees 
together they will strengthen
The paths for the footsteps leading to truth

Thursday, February 28, 2019

green

Shoot green circles
in bubbles of songs
grow tall as a tree
quick as the grass
learn your path
be curious
and love every day
all the light
all the sound
all the peace

With a smile and a nudge


With a smile and a nudge 
With your hand you reached out
And together we have crossed
To the other side of fear

With joy we had started 
Planting the orchard 
That would turn wild fruits
Into foods for the free souls

And now how could you ask
If I am willing to cross back
Have patience, Don’t you see
How busy I am being free?

stars after rain

You have rained
a lot of love on my soul
and it is time for me to wave back
so i will rise from the ocean
to clear the clouds
and i will fly
until i find a tall pine
by the beach
and i will hang from it the big dipper
and i will make it drip from its pan
star by star glittering light
to sooth your sleep
and make it birth dreams

Tuesday, February 05, 2019

model


You are my model
And in my mind 
i have shaped you like a sphere 
There are no sharp edges
Or abrupt corners
No surprises
Just smooth perfection

Monday, January 21, 2019

the incredible

-after Marin Sorescu


I have touched the incredible
Then I moved in with him
And I  am barely comfortable 
With the thought
Because I have only
Gotten to know him at the surface 
And the surface is a thin
Thin layer of ice 
On which I am skating

But the incredible
Is also beautiful 
Like an exquisite bulb 
Made from oh so many 
thin layers
And I am reaching out
Trying to touch
It’s fiery core
Knowing that 
This too would be just
The beginning 
Of many more 
Incredible layers

--and a more faithful translation from Catalin Florea

The Incredible

I have touched the incredible
And I moved into it,
Somewhat.

But this is only the surface.
The pellicle.

There are many levels 
Of incredible.
(That's why you cannot believe it)
Like the many layers
That make a bulb.

And the fiery center of the incredible
The core, the pith
The unbelievable of the unbelievable
It is also just a beginning.
The surface layer,
The pellicle...

And so on.

Tuesday, January 08, 2019

i have blindfolded the trees (marin sorescu)

I have tied a green scarf Over the trees eyes I hid and told them to find me They found me immediately With their leafs happy and giggly. I have tied a scarf made of clouds Over the birds eyes And they found me With their songs, I have tied sadness’s eyes With a smile And it took her but a day to find me in love. Then I tried to tie the sun’s eyes with my nights. Stop hiding he said I know where you are Right now and in time. Stop hiding repeated The chorus made up Of all thing and all feelings I had been trying to tie With scarves over their eyes.

Uncover

Uncover
PJs translation from Marin Sorescu I enshroud in green The trees’ eyes. I hide and bid them find me, And they find me, The giggly leaves. I enshroud in cloud The birds’ eyes. And they find me By their song. I shroud sadness’ eyes With a smile. In one day She comes to me in love. Then I pall The sun’s eyes With my night. Don’t hide, he says, I see you Now and ever. Don’t hide, Rings the chorus Of all I try To enshroud.

Thursday, December 27, 2018

horse thief

He is chasing me
as if i would have stolen
the village's horses
When all i have done
was point the way
towards freedom
and that every now and then
there comes a time
with the incredible joy
to make choices


Friday, December 21, 2018

bridges

i have always liked bridges
the view from between two world
the possibilities boiling below
in the nervous rivers
the changes and the oscillations
occurring with high frequency
for a few short seconds
and always have been
a little afraid to cross.

and yet my friend
most of the times
you sit on one bank
and i set on the other
and the bridge calls
for me to cross
once and again
so we can share
the solid ground
of understanding

i join you as you sit in the sand
still and thoughtful and silent
as a monument celebrating wisdom
and my thoughts come
to wrap around your shoulders
to keep you warm and protected
while gently braking the silence
with non words of turbulence
that adamantly flow about
reshaping who we are

- this one for Bushu

Thursday, December 20, 2018

tree branches in winter

their beautiful naked arms
reached out to the sky
to the sun,
instead of crying of hunger
the leafless branches
found grace
in their dances

xmas poem #2

May you find light
in the heart of the dark;
May you find warmth
To melt any ice block;
May you find strength
To help you stand up
to any northeaster
That you meet on your path.


May sprouts of hope
Grow at the side of the road;
May you find joy
In the steps that you take;
May you find friends
To lend you their hands;
May you have enough luck
To give them some back

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

With a smile and a nudge


With a smile and a nudge 
With your hand you reached out
And together we have crossed
To the other side of fear

With joy we had started 
Planting the orchard 
That would turn wild fruits
Into foods for the free souls

And now how could you ask
If I am willing to cross back
Have patience, Don’t you see
How busy I am being free?

Monday, December 10, 2018

freedom rising

this is not about money
this is not about pride
this is about freedom
and the space to exercise it
this is about finally
feeling ready to grow up
gathering the courage
to stand up and create
this is about the love
they are ready to sweat for
the blood they are ready to bleed
the joy they are ready to receive
so back up when the young ones
Are ready and watch them  rising
they are not here for the taking,
they are here for building and giving.
give them the encouragement
and watch them rising
give them the teaching
they'll tear down the walls
of your fears anyways
give them the space
and give them the freedom
you better bet All the money
on the future, and the future
is them, this is not about you
but about what future shall bring
and the future is bright

Tuesday, December 04, 2018

the wizard and its magic carpet

with your hands
you've shown the path;
it lead away and it was wide
moreover if we looked again
it multiplied - and yet
under your spell
we were always coming back
towards the center that you made

with the way you walk
you have shown us
how to cross the bridge
and thus we made it
to the other side of fear.
And from your voice
we have learned the tone
of truth, its joyful ring
is now the only music
that we want to sing.

and all the little flowers
bend their heads today
towards your giant feet.
and we do hope that
you have also learned
that all your steps
you are allowed to take
because amongst them
all the little flowers worked
to weave your Flying carpet



Sunday, October 28, 2018

Pied. No Pied.



If that magic flute Would play 
that charming song of yours
I Could not hesitate but say 
you go ahead and lead the way

The sweet aroma flowing out
Has filled my head with dreams
The balance does not tip for stats
In this space if you sing

I see it standing still between the odds, 
she cannot tell Whether the path leads up 
to heaven or it spirals down to hell 
it is on us to take the risk today

we shall commit to walk the path, 
and sail the way. should oceans 
be in our way, just reach out for my hand
I’ll prop your shoulders then

And if the storms will takes us down
We might just fall with broken bones
But we’ll not bend to scary thoughts 
of winds, and waves or debris rocks 

We’ll stand the scorching days 
and freezing nights and if we are  in need to light 
we’ll burn our hope on altars 
to warm up our bodies and our souls

And if the gods agree with us
We’ll bloom like flowers
sending shoots to sing with angels
joyful, hopefull hosannas 

Here and there along the path
We will raise and spin in circles 
like the planets - trying 
to revolutionize their dance

We'll do it even though we've learned
there is no end to our problems
joys and pains;  There is just music
And the will to dance.

My house



I have got a musical door
Which sings all day long
The tiniest rumors
Ever heard through a keyhole.

I have got a well polished floor
Which would shake her own knees
Dancing twist all night long
Should she be freed from gravity

I have got all my windows curious
About the morning traffic outside
Cars, dogs, people and trucks
but I find them alright 
since they have never ceased
to give light

In my house I made room
For a dog who has the habit to howl
At the moon requesting To be shown
where in the night she has hidden his bone