Author Archives: Ute Kaboolian

Grundige Erde

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

GRUNDIGE ERDE Grundige Erde, ergrunde mein Wesen. Kannst Du im Grund meinen Lebensgrund lesen? Blau-grauer Himmel, spiegelst Du Dich in meinem Auge wunderlich? Nacht, tiefe Nacht, hat mein Traum Dich erdacht? Lebensbaum, waechst Du aus meinem Traum? Ist der kuerzeste … Continue reading →

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Pure light

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

PURE LIGHT How glorious to be pure light, not earthly sun, but inner white, to know that it’s the whole and you, the one unbroken spectrum true, which does exist a blink away from ordinary light of day. Ute Kaboolian

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Der Zufall

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

DER ZUFALL Gesetzt den Fall, dass ueberall der liebe Zufall waltet, dass es im wahrsten Sinne aber keinen gibt, nicht einen, so klingt das wie ein Paradox, doch darf’s mir scheinen, dass es drauf ankommt wie man’s sieht: Als Zufall, … Continue reading →

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The Spark

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

THE SPARK A god who does not save the devil Is one himself. Beware that devil! Find love, instead, Within your soul. God is your love That sees things whole. Only in conflict can we come to know who we … Continue reading →

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Mindful

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

MINDFUL Meadows, greenlands, silver birches, country lanes with quaint old churches, steepled roofs atop small houses, people, dear – young -old -far -near, a thousand words in anger spoken, taken back,a promise broken, promise kept, mistakes forgiven, woodland walks till … Continue reading →

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Die Muse

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

Fuer Eleanor Ramrath Garner Die Muse Schleiche sanft, Du kleine Muse, schleich dich in mein Herz hinein. Sei mir Mentor und Begleiter auf des Lebens Wirbelbahn.

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Life as One

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

LIFE AS ONE We stand within an ancient brand-new NOW, At once within an empty corner devoid of vision, An angle formed by two lines meeting, The meeting point itself a standstill, And then, beyond the point, a yearning, A … Continue reading →

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Fuer Grete

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

Fuer Grete Steile Bergwand, Du reisst Dich hoch in der Luefte Nebel, die Dich wie geisterhafte Haeuche umrinnen, dann trocknend und dunstig, fast unsichtbar, unserem offenen Auge entgehn.

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For Grete

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

For Grete In memory of Grete Perleberg Steep mountainface, you haul yourself up into cloudy mists, which surround you like ghostly vapours; then drying and humid, invisible, you escape our open eye. You, hard rock, are homeward bound. Our mathematical … Continue reading →

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Der Zeitpunkt

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

DER ZEITPUNKT (Original German language version of Timeframe)  HOERT IHR LEUT UND LASST EUCH SAGEN: UNS’RE GLOCK HAT ZWOELF GESCHLAGEN!

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