Ute's Poetry and Musings

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
My impulse to get up and start
This Monday morning blue.
That’s why I lie back down in bed
For another minute, or two.

12-12-1983

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 in your eyes,
But you, sleepy head,
For one more minute yearn.

1983

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 happy, so real

That when we awake
We still carry with us their memory,
And we feel

That we are in two worlds,
A dream- and a real world,
Yet are hardly aware at all
While we live in one, of the other one.

We compare with earth. Like a ball
That rotates around a central sun
And thus creates day and night

We creatures of earth
See the inner sun
When we dream
With eyes closed tight.

Where is the rainbow
Between the two worlds
That we step on
But leave without feet?

It’s within our body
Breathing and living.
There earth and spirit meet.

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 to that ball by tremendous force
Are people like us. Tradition
Has it that long ago
We were planted here, oh God,
To fulfill our tasks
With brotherly love
And to nurture that earthly sod.
So what happened?
We had to see the “mis”takes we made
In order to take a new “take”
On  our relationship with our earth
And to  realize what is at stake.
For the earth will go on without our help.
It is we who depend on her.
So let’s honor our earth and put her first
And give her our utmost care.

1983

Ute Kaboolian

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 gear
But all in all it is perfectly suited
To our task over here.

Seems we dance nimbly like marionettes,
Our emotions pulling our strings
Till the wheel of fortune tangles those strings
And a pull from above finally brings

The awareness to us
That rather than puppets
Who’re dead to themselves and their kind

We are spacemen on earth
Kept in touch with home base
By that silver cord, that’s our mind.

11-20-1983

Ute Kaboolian