Das Einzigartige und Kostbare in uns zu entfalten,
so wie die Blume ihre Blüte entfaltet,
unsere Träume aufblühen zu lassen, 

mit all ihren köstlichen Düften,

und all ihren leuchtenden Farben,

das ist Glück 

(Jochen Mariss)

Der rote Faden

Im Labyrinth 

der tausend Wirklichkeiten 

nützt kein Scharfsinn; 

Nur die Weisheit das Traums, 

Leichtigkeit 

und Fledermausklugheit 

(Catarina Carsten)

Oh do you have time

to linger

for just a little while

out of your busy

and very important day

for the goldfinches

that have gathered

in a field of thistles

for a musical battle,

to see who can sing

the highest note,

or the lowest,

or the most expressive of mirth,

or the most tender?

Their strong, blunt beaks

drink the air

as they strive

melodiously

not for your sake

and not for mine

and not for the sake of winning

but for sheer delight and gratitude –

believe us, they say,

it is a serious thing

just to be alive

on this fresh morning

in the broken world.

I beg of you,

do not walk by

without pausing

to attend to this

rather ridiculous performance.

It could mean something.

It could mean everything.

It could be what Rilke meant, when he wrote:

You must change your life.

(Mary Oliver)