And so he stood in front of the big river.
Lost and perplexed
he sat down at the shore
watched the glittering plays of the waves,
observed the big river running slow.

Finally he asked:
'Big river teach me all that you know'
'How do you find your way?'
'Time' the waters rushed.
'My way is smoothed out by time'.

She was waiting at the door,
waiting for me again,
as so often
waiting for us to leave together.
When I finally approached her
she looked into my eyes with a gentle smile,
leaned towards me
to hug me.
Her mouth next to my ear.
In a calm voice she said
almost in a whisper,

'Farewell'.

I looked into her eyes for a moment
and thought about asking what it meant,
but I already knew deep inside me.
So I nodded.
And with a sad smile on my wondering and knowing face
I left,

into a devastated world.

‘Oh,’ He said ‘let me, let me dwell on my melancholy hill. Those blue whistling winds of past times, they feel like a warm aching bath in the vastness of the ocean.’ His voice calmed a bit as his eyes wandered with a hollow view towards the half wilted flowers on the table. ‘Whenever I dip my head under the waters I can hear forgotten voices, while the salty sea embraces old, half scarred wounds but also soothes my mind.’ He raised his view and said in a more insisting tone. ‘Oh yes! To be sure these waters can be stormy and treacherous, and if you don’t know how to sail or let alone swim, it will drag you down into the abyss.’ A sudden and gentle smile began to cover his lips as he continued: ‘However, if you manage to stay on the surface, you might be able to hear those glistening melodies, guiding you towards the Islands of the pleasures of life.’ Read More »