(So therefore we have a keyboard)

Sometimes one just must write
About tension
To light up
Things
About the non-comprehension
Of one's small and simple life

Strong, sad eyes
And some fingers short
Reveal
There's no room for commitment
No fund
To pay for extra rent
To make a life time deal

No complaining
But too much protection
Allows only this evil tension
And there's no other way
To stop or feel

So much love I see-
It seems to be my duty
To see
Beauty
Alone and in all
Is it too much?
Too overruled to grab it
Why not within me?

WW15-9-2008

About Love

Let there be space between your togetherness;

Either let the wind of heavens dance between you

Love, but never make a contract out of it;

Rather let her be a flexible sea, moving between the coasts of your souls


Fill each other's cup but don't drink of the same cup;

Give the other one your bread but never eat of the same loaf;

Sing and dance together and be cheerful;

But also

let eachother be alone, on it's self,

Even as the strings of a lute are alone, though they quiver with the same music


Give your heart, but never to be bond;

For only the hand of Life can hold it


And stand by eachother, but never too close;

For the pilars of a temple always stand apart

And the oak and cypress cannot grow in one's shadow..


Freely translated from Khalil Gibran
In: 'The Prophet'