Ute's Poetry and Musings

THE MULTIVERSE AND I

Without air we can’t breathe, and a windmill can’t turn,
And a fire can’t burn, and we’d die.
Unseen it develops us. Of course we wonder, why?

Electricity surrounds us, and still, till a short time ago
We used kerosene lamps to ‘enlighten’ us. Television, radio,
Airplanes and rockets and outer space travel, they would have blown our mind.
The time has come that within the mind’s realm a new awareness we find.

For nothing has come into being that hasn’t been first thought about.
The mind is one of the greatest powers: a power we can’t do without.

Without it, invisible nuclear power would still be untapped and tame;
Would neither be used to create or destroy; nor would we know its name.

Our minds called into being those invisible titans for good or for ill.
Our minds are something to think about while we still our thoughts at will.

Our minds are giant receiving stations and powerhouses vast.
They receive and send out messages unbelievably fast.

Part of the mind is shut off while another part operates.
How then will the mind be able to study its own hidden traits?

Do our minds have access to others who sense our need?
How do we get our insights? Who is it that plants the seed
That grows into great inventions and lets us see the light?

Positive mood and attitude and positive thought go together.
The deepest sorrow and grief can depart and fly away, light as a feather.

The trick is to learn to clean up our thoughts; to throw out the bad, keep the good.
Evil is merely the absence of good, its existence misunderstood.

Sure people build and people destroy and people live and die.
And people wake and people sleep, and sometimes ask themselves, why?

The answer lies in the awareness that we are part of the Whole and the One.

In rare moments of awareness when All That Is is perceived as one
The biggest, the smallest, the best and the worst, ocean, sand and sky,
Trees, fish and fowl, everything’s one: the multiverse and I.

Ute Kaboolian

THE MUSE

Little muse, I bid you enter.
Softly come into my heart.
Be my friend and be my mentor.
Through life’s hurdles let’s not part.
Help me rhyme and write and think.
Pour your whole being into me.
I’m all yours and there is nothing I wouldn’t want you to have or be.
You sure came from far away places,
Messengers from my own native lands
Where behind long forgotten stars
My own cradle stood and stands.
Still, when it comes right down to it,
I must admit and have to say:
I found myself and came up with myself.
There really is no other way.

Ute Kaboolian

EIN NEUES WUNDER

Der Besuch war kurz.
Jetzt musst Du los.
Doch fuer Freunde
Ist keine Entfernung zu gross.
Da greifst Du schnell zum Telefon.
Es klingelt und da bist Du schon.
Es trennt uns zwar der Ozean,
Mit Skype da sehen wir uns an.
Ich seh Deine Wohnung und Du siehst meine.
Das ist ja unmoeglich. Mir zittern die Beine.
Wir sind im leben von Wundern umgeben,
Doch spuer’n wir sie selten
Nutr grade jetzt eben.

Ute Kaboolian

BLACK SHEEP
Issue 100
April-May 2011

There were ninety-nine Black Sheep left before
This “Black Sheep one hundred”  jumped out the door.
Number 100 sums to 1,

So does Jane’s 82^nd birthday. Isn’t this fun?
The date of May 8^th sums to 8 this year:
Two ones and two eights; the numbers are clear.
99 sums to 18 and 18 to 9;

This does not reduce it. Oh, no. It’s divine.
One milestone accomplished, another begun;

It’s a new beginning!
Dear mrl (Merl),
Well done!

Ute Kaboolian

Harmony

Muse of music sing to me.
Sing your clear sweet melody.
Sing the beauty of my soul.
Sing me happy, sing me whole.
Sing the truth that life can be
Safe and sound as sound can be.
Muse of life, oh, let there be
After discord harmony.

Ute Kaboolian

Sounds of My Inner Being

This wordy world of sound
makes no sound sense at all.
It screams within a multitude of melodies
unheard by me, yet is recorded
in my split-fast molecular identity.

Even in discord is harmony
that I can scarce imagine
in this protected,
walled-in
Jericho existence,
my species’ children’s playground
for adults.

For here, all I can hear
are syncopated fragments of sound,
one sound of many.

Become a child once more.
Be still.
For stillness is the missing sound.
And it contains all sound there is.

Now, listen to this sound of silence,
this inner sound,
suspended in the wings of your electric
multi-dimensional
great inner being.
Be still…
and listen to the sound of your own thoughts,
and know
that you, yourself, are also sound.

Amidst all other sound think,
“I am sound.
I sing my past and future
always in the NOW,
so I can change both any time.
I sing my NOW-song loud and clear –
all new beginnings happen here-
and then and there
I HEAR this song of silence
that I have always also sung.

It rings within my ears
despite my built-up fears.
For as these self-made walls of fear
come finally tumbling down
I hear
through yet another barrier,
built with my fear of fears,
I hear…
I hear my own tone clearly.

I’m utterly amazed! For it propels
my multicolored molecules
staccato fashion, all at once,
into these lands of space and time.

It’s my own tone
that sings my glorious selves
in worlds of sound and silence
triumphantly forever.”

Ute Kaboolian