Sense Of Something Coming (Rilke)

I am like a flag in the center of open space.
I sense ahead the wind which is coming, and must live
it through.
while the things of the world still do not move:
the doors still close softly, and the chimneys are full
of silence,
the windows do not rattle yet, and the dust still lies down.

I already know the storm, and I am troubled as the sea.
I leap out, and fall back,
and throw myself out, and am absolutely alone
in the great storm.


Rainer Maria Rilke

Translated by Robert Bly

Your Colors!

When colors brush on a surface;

that reflection of light, 

that trace of matter, 

When colors touch another existence;

that tapping of heart beats, 

that pulse of emotions,

When your colors,

the vibrant colors of your complexion; the gentle colors of your aura,   

all those colors that together form the charming existence that is you,  

When your colors,

murmur to my eyes, 

I become a rainbow!

No need for rain, no need for sunshine, Just you!

The reflection of your celestial light that leaves a tender trace on my matter! 

No need for rain, no need for sunshine,  Just you!

The tapping of your lively beat that creates an untouchable pulse in me!

When your colors,

murmur to my eyes,

I become a rainbow!

* For D.T.F.

Like Two Feathers ...

Like two feathers,

dancing in the marvels of the space,

leaving a golden imprint behind,

Like two feathers,

Captured and freed,

Like two feathers, golden feathers,

touching the sapphire corners of a dream, 

in a weightless sail to an endless delight, 

Like two feathers,

We dance to the golden melody of each other’s eyes,

Like two feathers

We leave the whispered curves of our motion in the sapphire corners of our dream!

Like two feathers we weightlessly sail  to an endless delight!  



- For  D.T.F.

A Short Walk!

A short walk;
A short walk around the kitchen,
A short walk around the yard,
A short walk around the neighborhood,
A short walk around the classroom,
A short walk that was stretching, exhausting, and seemingly- never-ending,
It was a short walk around the year that surrounded the entity that is often called "life"!

With Baudelaire!

“Remembering is only a new form of suffering.”  
- Baudelaire, Charles, La Fanfarlo, 1847.