The Poet Reminisces

THE POET REMINISCES

“When one loves, 

the other repeats that love back, 

so one usually drinks of the love.”

As we enjoy walking in the brilliance 

of a morning light, we are 

accepting our lot in a spirit 

of an inner sight—O my Own! Then—

we fling that little self away,

new joys guard a bright increase

of a love divine so whole.

Let us follow that Bliss!

But what if touched by flames

as we walk over burning coals?

One just needs to know that blame, 

a fear, i.e., is in the rear of a moving soul!

Then fear be merely a memory,

and we are wise to let dissolve 

its ice edge all the way

around the heart, and see how

like snowflakes, it melts away… 

There is a width and depth in Love’s mercy,

like the width and depth of the sea

  . . .and love appears as it emerges right now.

Nun bitte weiss, in der Dunkelheit bist du nicht allein ~~sehe die Lichter im Weltall.

Finde heraus wie sie deine Sterne sind. 

Von den Nächten lernen wir das Licht zu lieben,

Es erinnert uns an Gute Zeiten!

Und bringt uns friedlich 

dem Unsichtbaren näher.

Goethe

Please know 

you are not alone 

in the darkness …discover

the light of the Universe 

and see your own star!

From the night

we learn to love the light,

it reminds us of better times!

And brings us peacefully nearer 

to what the naked eye

cannot see—

Translation from German into English by EMH

Twilight…

Fog hanging over a dark forest—

Twilight dreams...

THERE IS A PATH...

 

There is a path…

What goodness desires, even that is done,

For it performs the thing that is appointed for us:

And many such things are with us---

There is a path which no fowl knows, 

And which the vulture's eye hath not seen:

The lion's whelps have not trodden it,

And the fierce lion passed by,--

Goodness puts forth its hand upon the rock; 

And overturns the mountain by the roots.  

Goodness carves out a river among the rocks; 

And sees every precious thing. 

It binds the floods from overflowing;  

The thing that is hidden brings it forth to light. 

Be with the stars…

 Be with the stars,

Inspired--and so

Heaven... evening clear!

EMH

Don’t Ask Me About Love

 Don’t Ask Me About Love

What grace, what wisdom will give me wings and make my life equal to a dove, that I may rest?

…

Is human life really like a meadow?  There the lush green grass wet from the morning dew bends its head and supports tender flowers and makes them grow—but, oh!  Under cover silently waits a serpent!  My feet look for another path to step away from the foe…

…

I love a solitary life, it includes the mountaintops, the streams that rush down into the valley and the dark woods where I like to linger and listen to the owl, or the golden-winged warbler, a delight to me, as all songs that come out of the throats of little birds—they have sight of Heaven!

I prefer their company to those with deaf ears and cold hearts and blind minds—or bruised senses.

…

Don't ask me about love— it changes by the minute, makes some blind to its radiance.

…

In some moments I ask Intelligence, "What is it I need to see?"

No answer!  

But when you call, the answer comes immediately!

…

A tranquil peace brings comfort free from the sneers of pain!  

Free from the tearing winds—and I endure,

and smile…

Even so, my thoughts continue to speak to me about deep wounds and an injured heart!

Ah, I know not to speak about problems but to them!

…

When Gautama the Buddha sat under the Botree he made a great discovery: "Only love goes from me and only love comes to me!”

From the shores there blows a western wind and awakes the flowers in the grassy meadow from dreaming, and I—shed a tear.

…

It is impossible to define Love as it is to define the infinite!   And above all it defines itself and the universe. To understand it is to understand Life!

…

I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but I am not sure you realize that what you heard is not really what I meant.

So, I drew a circle and took you in!

…

I'm only one, but still, I am one.  I cannot do everything. But, I'm always willing to do something, I do not refuse to do anything that I can do!

…

To live is to express yourself. “So let your works lead your words.”

…

Will you seek me far off, or in the here and now?

I see you face to face.......

2018, rev. 2021, 2022

The Red Bench

Near a fountain

A red bench—a place

To rest, and be refreshed,

The water flowing, flowing

From the blue mountains.

The wind is high above 

Dancing in the trees,

Crowns swaying

From side to side…

How cool the breeze 

Against my face!

Now an echo—a song 

Vigorously sung

By a bird, and suddenly 

All is still.

Night has come.

The dark forest keeps

Its secrets...

A path nearby —

I ask

“Whereto does it lead?”

In the distance

City lights

And again

The sound of the bird

Now very close…it is

Near my feet—!