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Mittwoch, 29. Mai 2013
Dienstag, 28. Mai 2013
Hart am Wind
Kein Golf gespielt und kein
Billard, keinen Hund dressiert.
Nie ein schweres Motorrad gelenkt
oder gesegelt hart am Wind.
Und manchmal verliess
mich die Kühnheit
auf einem Wort zu bestehen
wie Wolke und Wald.
Doch immer öfter sehe
ich meinen Nächsten
bis auf ihre Kinder-
gesichter hinein.
(Klaus Merz)
Sonntag, 26. Mai 2013
Jemand schüttet Licht
aus dem Fenster.
Die Rosen der Luft
blühen auf,
und in der Straße
heben die Kinder beim Spiel
die Augen.
Tauben naschen
von seiner Süße.
Die Mädchen werden schön
und die Männer sanft
von diesem Licht.
Aber ehe es ihnen die anderen sagen,
ist das Fenster von jemanden
wieder geschlossen worden.
(Karl Krolow)
Samstag, 25. Mai 2013
If you wear your wounds
Like an old dress
Too short
Too tight
Cutting into your arms
Know that dress is not you
It was meant to be discarded
At the moment you outgrew it
Don’t cling to that dress
Just because you think
You have nothing else to wear
Or because you’ve come to mistake that dress
For your own skin
Tight and raw
Prickling at a child’s reproachful look
Or a spouse’s off-key remark
Your vocation is not pain-master
Holding yourself together with safety pins
You have bigger, grander things to do
Than jab yourself with needles dulled with use
As you mend and mend again
The same split seams
Let that dress fall
Or wriggle out of it
Or cut yourself free with the same blade
You’ve applied to yourself all these years
Feel the real pain of this moment
The beautiful, throbbing ache of your true longing
Free from the ghosts that whisper “boo”
Just when you’re about to risk
An intimate moment with creation
Undefend yourself
Celebrate the kiss of life against your bare skin
Weep with relief
As you feel the depth of your desire
To say Yes
To sway in time with creation
(Howard Jacobson)
Weisst du, wo der Himmel ist
aussen oder innen
eine Handbreit rechts und links
du bist mitten drinnen.
Weißt du, wo der Himmel ist
nicht so tief verborgen
einen Sprung aus dir heraus
aus dem Haus der Sorgen.
Weißt du, wo der Himmel ist
nicht so hoch da oben
sag doch ja zu dir und mir
du bist aufgehoben.
(Wilhelm Wilms)
Freitag, 24. Mai 2013
Wegweiser
wo sind
Wegweiser
wo ist
der Weg
offen alle Wege
es gibt der Wege viel
gib deinem Ziel einen Namen
deinem Namen ein Ziel
auf Wegen zu dir
(Annemarie Schnitt)
Hey you
Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.
Donnerstag, 23. Mai 2013
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
(Max Ehrmann)
Mittwoch, 22. Mai 2013
Ich versuche,
mich zu vergewissern,
dass ich vorkomme.
Im selben Augenblick
gibt es mich, bartlos,
mit bleichem Zahnfleisch
hinter der Lippe
und halb geöffneten Augen,
aus Furcht, zu viel
zu sehen, was anders ist
als Haut und Haar,
die sich im Zusehen
verlieren.
Ich bin da. Meine
rechte Hand fällt mir
nicht durch die Tasche.
Ich führe sie über Papier,
um aufzuschreiben,
dass ich lebe.
(Karl Krolow)
Dienstag, 21. Mai 2013
No more meekly saying 'yes'
When my heart is screaming 'no'
No more taming of my feelings
So my power won't show
No more hiding my exuberance
From disapproving eyes
No more watering down myself
So my spirit won't rise
No more 'smalling up' of me
Pretending I am not here
No more running from the music
And the spotlight's glare
No more living in this prison
Barricaded by my fears
No more turning and retreating
In the face of new frontiers
Even as I am speaking
I am taking shape and form
Harnessing my powers
Like a gathering storm
There's no obstacle so bold
As to dare stand in my way
I am taking back my life
And I am doing it today.
(Jean Wilson)
Montag, 20. Mai 2013
Samstag, 18. Mai 2013
Wo sind die Tage, die so traurig waren
und deren Traurigkeit uns so bezwang?
Die Sonne scheint. Das Jahr ist sich im klaren.
Es ist, um schreiend aus der Haut zu fahren
und als Ballon den blauen Himmel lang!
Die grünen Bäume sind ganz frisch gewaschen.
Der Himmel ist aus riesenblauem Taft.
Die Sonnenstrahlen spielen kichernd Haschen.
Man sitzt und lächelt, zieht das Glück aus Flaschen
und lebt mit sich in bester Nachbarschaft.
Man könnte, denkt man, wenn man wollte, fliegen.
Vom Stuhle fort. Mit Kuchen und Kaffee.
Auf weißen Wolken wie auf Sofas liegen
und sich gelegentlich vornüber biegen
und denken:"Also, das dort ist die Spree."
Man könnte sich mit Blumen unterhalten
und Wiesen streicheln wie sein Fräulein Braut.
Man könnte sich in tausend Teile spalten
und vor Begeisterung die Hände falten.
Sie sind nur gar nicht mehr dafür gebaut.
Man zieht sich voller Zweifel an den Haaren.
Die Sonne scheint, als hätt' es wieder Sinn.
Wo sind die Tage, die so traurig waren?
Es ist, um förmlich aus der Haut zu fahren.
Die große Schwierigkeit ist nur: Wohin?
(Erich Kästner)
Freitag, 17. Mai 2013
Dancing with the beloved
We want life to be perfect, but it is not perfect. It is imperfect, ragged, unfinished. It never seems to be the way we want it to be.
Life resists our expectations and our need for control. Sometimes it appears inscrutable, even disorderly. It isn’t really, but its meaning and order are often subtle, hidden, slow to reveal themselves.
Its order is not our order. What it seems to offer does not seem to match what we want. And we are impatient. We want to impose our order, our will. We want our expectations met, now!
"Get off it," life is constantly telling us. "No matter how hard you try, you aren’t going to get what you want when you want it." Life is constantly asking us to make adjustments, to give up our agenda. It is asking us to give up the conceit that we know the way things are supposed to be.
"Just let things be the way they are," it tells us, "and you will take the first step in the dance."
(Paul Ferrini)
Life resists our expectations and our need for control. Sometimes it appears inscrutable, even disorderly. It isn’t really, but its meaning and order are often subtle, hidden, slow to reveal themselves.
Its order is not our order. What it seems to offer does not seem to match what we want. And we are impatient. We want to impose our order, our will. We want our expectations met, now!
"Get off it," life is constantly telling us. "No matter how hard you try, you aren’t going to get what you want when you want it." Life is constantly asking us to make adjustments, to give up our agenda. It is asking us to give up the conceit that we know the way things are supposed to be.
"Just let things be the way they are," it tells us, "and you will take the first step in the dance."
(Paul Ferrini)
Donnerstag, 16. Mai 2013
Mehr denn je
Was heisst das nur, ich werde alt?
Was heisst das nur, wie soll ich es empfinden?
Ich kann den Morgenhimmel in mir finden
Und Frühlingsstürme - mehr denn je.
Was heisst das nur, ich werde alt?
Was heisst das nur, wie soll man es verstehen?
Ich kann wohl meine Hände altern sehen,
Doch schön ist das Berühren - mehr denn je
Mein Körper ist mir Freund,
Und meine Haut genießt den Wind wie eh und je.
Und all das, was ein reifer Mensch nicht mehr zu fühlen hat,
Das fühl ich mehr denn je.
Was heisst das nur, ich werde alt?
Was heisst das nur, wie soll ich es empfinden?
Ich kann so viel Verwirrung in mir finden
Und ungeduldig bin ich - mehr denn je.
Was heisst das nur, ich werde alt?
Was heisst das nur, wie soll man es verstehen?
Des Lebens Spuren kann ich auf mir sehen,
Doch geh ich neue Wege - mehr denn je.
Was heisst das nur, ich werde alt?
Was heisst das nur, wie soll ich das empfinden?
Ich kann den Morgenhimmel in mir finden
Und Frühlingsstürme - mehr denn je.
(Erika Pluhar)
Imagine a woman
Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman.
A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.
Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.
Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.
A woman who listens to her needs and desires.
Who meets them with tenderness and grace.
Imagine a woman who acknowledges the past’s influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past.
Who has healed into the present.
Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf.
Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and wisest voice.
Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.
Who designs a personal spirituality to inform her daily life.
Imagine a woman in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.
Who celebrates its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.
Imagine a woman who honors the body of the Goddess in her changing body.
A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom.
Who refuses to use her life-energy disguising the changes in her body and life.
Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women.
Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.
Imagine yourself as this woman.
(Patricia Lynn Reilly)
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