POEMS – SONGS OF THE SOUL

DANCE OF WORDS

 

Already as a child the pictures of my soul have found their expression in poems. Not the thinking is the source of these flowing.
They arise out of my inner source. Suddenly. Just so.
While dreaming. While walking. In meditation. At work.
write them down. View them. Be filled with wonder and gratitude.
A mirror of my life.
A mirror of god.
Bow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the curtain falls

 

There, where the words end.

There, where the sound of what was said, fade away.

There, where the song of our soul has its entrance.

There, the infinity,

for which our intellect is too limited

and developed too poorly to pack into concepts,

steps onto the stage. There, we have the performance of our life.

 

Andrea Hack, Mai 2013