I squat against a high wall
hands in my head
slide to twelve

I'm there, I'm not there
Smoke, journey, resting place
full moon

Buzzing, six, sixteen
times I come in
water reflections

Rattling wallpaper
Thumb after thumb I put
a stamp upon the days

Winds blow past
everything is blue
yes, everything

sharp blue
and pink in the world
of the children

Only later I could
play without acting
play the leading role
in my life, my destiny

presorted or coincidental
bad luck on the inside
of my desirable body
loved

without lasting interest
in me, my presence
my desirous spirit
that lay awake

from them, their dreams
which I could not follow
which spurned me
afraid

of the effort that it takes
to change and
not to continue to press
the bruises

There's no beginning

nor end, I live nowhere in --


the middle of time.

Travelling in all

my memories I'm searching –


where I am going.

We are just stories,

stories containing stories –


and that's all we are.

The world a maze
under the nut tree
in this well-arranged garden

Follow a path
learn how it goes
what is important

Travel with strangers
experiencing the secret
with our senses

And reach further
re-create the world
beyond our lives

This is our world
how it was and can be
carefully we reach

For beauty and stories
we reach
for contact

With other lives
we connect
we connect
from heart to heart

Life is a journey,

you get to know a few roads –


and a few habits.

The rustling bamboo

encloses me, I look up –


and follow the birds.

Mother and daughter

see the future and the past –


in each other's eyes.