Ute's Poetry and Musings

Life is Now
How grateful I am,
how happy,
that out of so many creatures
I was picked to have a soul,
to be able to think and be part of the human race.
I did not ask to be born,
at least I can’t remember.
Maybe I shall be born again, maybe I shan’t.
This life is eternity for me.
My beginning
was in the beginning of the world and a part of it.
My end
will be in the end of the world
and a part of that, too.
Beginning and end, however, are one,
as past and future are one in the present.
Each moment
that goes by
makes past out of the future, and in that moment
past and future are one.
Life is not in the past nor in the future.
It is in the present.
So
life is the beginning and the end,
the past and the future.
LIFE IS NOW!

Universal Ideas
I often wonder where I fit into this universe.
There’s microcosm, macrocosm,
animal, mineral, plant.
So tell me, someone, where I fit?
Or maybe one could grant,
that as a human being
there’s everything in me?
Microcosm, macrocosm,
animal, mineral, are the same.
In my youth, I am even expanding
like the universe, they claim.

Then maybe, and just maybe,
since creatures are living in me:
microbes, bacteria, little beings
who work and strive for me,
I bet, they’re having quite a problem
to figure out where they belong,
unless, of course, they’re quite content.
Correct me, if I’m wrong.

To them we seem like God.
To us,they seem like magicians.
They may guess about us as we guess about them
with equally strong ambitions.
And from their point of view
we seem to be their universe,
and little to do they know
that just beyond our tender skin
millions of others grow.

LAND OF WHAT

Drowsy state twixt dream and sleep,
words unflutter towards the deep
soothing calm of nothingness.
‘Tween one moment and the next I’m asleep.

There’s no fear within my bones.
Else how could this gently healing
passive seeming state occur?

Deepest earth in darkest fur,
fold and hold me while I stir
on my otherworldly jaunts, welcome sites,
familiar haunts,
while I tape, while I record –
cell and marrow deep and hoard
every thought, emotion, play,
motion, motionless in sleep.

Known and unknown All There Is,
Land of What of utter bliss!
Questions, answers steeply rise
swirling, twirling inner skies.
Feeling, reeling, stripped of sight
curving inwards left through right.

Keenly felt, cleanly perceived
one in all – and all retrieved.

While my mind’s geometry dazzles and unravels me
cock takes up the morning cry.
Land of What
peers through my eye.

SWALLOW

Fly, my thought,
And like the swallow
Fly high, fly low
For I shall follow.

Belief makes matter I have found.
It’s not the other way around.

Turn the word ‘live’ around,
Spell evil.
Is this what’s meant
By evil spell?

If I should still
Believe in evil
I know for sure
That evil shall

Creep up on me
Right where I wallow
And swallow all if I allow,
Then like a swallow
Fly way low
Into its innate nothingness:
My own creation nonetheless.

Thought-swallow, don’t wallow but
S ail through the air
W ith wings spread wide, having no care.
A llow for air currents, swoop
L ow and then glide,
L ean to one side and fly
O ver walls and all; by and by
Turn around. Now…
W atch out for your barn door.
You are home, safe and sound.

IT IS THE LIGHT
It is the light
Which cannot know
Its own bright flame
But must project itself
Into the darkness
Without which
It is
Nothing.

The sun
Can’t see or sense
The blessings
It radiates and showers
All about.

The eye
Can’t see itself.

And I can’t see,
Can just begin
To fathom
The wonder
That is me.

5/20/1987

DARE I?

Dare I strip things to the bone?
In its marrow find the tone,
clear and sweet of my own soul?
strip away, and become whole?