Good morning darling How is the sun today? Has the new dawn arrived? Was there a waking up? Any trumpets? I love to put your kettle on In that milky light! To smile on your features And listen to your radio Altering our slumbers Aware of you in your bathrobe My hands remember your skin And this presence Will always be with me For ever more
A plant in a room with an open window The leaves’ tips are black No seeds or flowers there Sterile The flowers in the wall paper Are not alive; like the plant They’re fading, they’re just Emblems This is what people are like, too Projected in various dimensions Can they feel that the window Is open?
Honey you are hurting with a pain around your core Tired agony, age old and brandnew Swimming in a sea of stingrays Where the sandy beach? Where the comfort? The caress? Your old world has turned inside out, outside in A place deeply known and strangely hostile where Friends may suddenly turn into enemies and Understanding glitters in unexpected corners Where the wisdom of your grandmother? Where Can you reap from all your work? The little girl comes home with dirty feet And she’s muddying the carpet Bless her!
How can I be afraid to die? To be finally harvested Fragmented and redistributed Among the new burden-bearers This is happening now My work and pride no longer mine Just this secret invitation To join the hunting party Up yonder The hand about to lift me up Is already on my shoulder Like my father steering me home How I love that hand In my father’s house There are many voices Calling me by my secret name And I am rapt withal
I want to hold you in my arms And caress you With no plans for tomorrow All in the here and now I dream of seeing you free Free from obligations Free from judgements and opinions And from your inner voices Smiling your lovely smile Without a care in the world Your feet dirty from the forest floor Whatever the morrow shall bring I don’t want to put you in a box Protect you from all eventualities Because this will make you afraid And narrow-minded, and me too Let the sun shine and The wind and the rain And enjoy the crackling Of the woodfire All is well my child
I want you to disappear into the folds of my robes And enjoy and admire my goodnesses I don’t want you to examine the tiniest cracks in my cosmic egg And say: Hey, this needs repairing! Hey! This needs repairing! I want you to fight my battles with me, alongside of me And am shocked when you say: See? Why they are fighting you? I want to disappear into the folds of your robes And then to investigate, and show you what I found There are horrible cracks in your cosmic egg! I don’t like them And I want you to do something about them. Why don’t you? And sometimes when I’m tired of fighting your battles for you I want to rest in your arms and hear you say: Well done baby I don’t want you to disappear into the folds of my robes And find out all that is amiss with me I want you to examine the cracks in my cosmic egg And put your lovely hand on them, saying: There, there, it’s all right baby When I come home after a day’s fighting the good fight Will you open your arms and say: Come hon, enough fighting for one day? Yesterday I disappeared into the folds of your robes Today I want to do something else. I’m bored and full of energy Can you move that cracked carcass of yours, and come exploring? I’ve been alone all day while you were fighting your battles Wasting your energy on futilities, while I was waiting For you to bring it all home to me Sometimes I can be completely lost inside the fold of my robes I cannot see my own goodnesses, and I don’t know where I am My world is reeling and the cracks in my egg, My pride and joy, are only hurting, not making any sense Where are you honey? Where are my battles? Where am I? Is there anybody out there? Is there anybody in here? What have you been doing to your robes? Don’t you know I need them to hide in once in a while? Let us look at these cracks of yours. I’ve told you time and again They’re not doing you any good, they don’t make any sense It’s time you learned to win your battles, shower, And come to the table with clean hands My robes are all messed up and I don’t know how they came to be that way I remember there was goodness in them but I can’t see that now The cracks in my cosmic egg are my only salvation It’s good to know that the world doesn’t depend on my orderliness And that the battle is fought with or without me And that it is won and lost, lost and won, from dusk till dawn Look at you! You have disappointed me so! I had so counted On your showing your goodnesses to me. Where does this leave me? People with cracks in them have been the bane of my life Why do they always count on me to knock some sense into them? Why don’t I ever get any assistance in my battles? How can you even expect me to keep my confidence in you?I’m so alone! Yes, darling, I’m alone too. Always have been, I realise that now Will you come and lie with my naked body, folding your body with mine? Can we lay our cosmoses together to keep each other company? Could we experience each other’s cracks and know the world? Soon our battles will be over, and who knows? We may have a few moments of peace, you and I