Author Archives: Ute Kaboolian

Monday Morning I am awake, yet not awake. I’m sort of in between. Drowsy, cosy, still in bed Dream glimpses to be seen With inner vision. Outwardly, the rain is pouring down, And radiator mutterings like babbling brooks that drown … Continue reading →

ONE SUN Our outer being sleeps through the night. Our inner one sees the sun, Which at night-time Shines outerwordly across the ocean. Run After your dream sun, your inner sun, Till earth has completed her turn, And the sun’s … Continue reading →

TWO WORLDS When we are sleeping We see without eyes, We walk without feet. We dream. Our dreams are quite real. They make their own sense Until we recall them. They seem Full of emotions and life-like, Both sad and … Continue reading →

EARTH From far out in space I think of earth. It’s such a tiny ball. It can’t be seen with the naked eye Or with telescopes at all. It revolves round the sun At speeds that defy definition; And stuck … Continue reading →

The Silvercord Our body is like a space suit, Especially made for earth. We must be sure not to damage it, But to value its sacred worth. Though tailor-made for each one of us It can stand little tucks in … Continue reading →