For two years now, I don’t leave the house without one or two ten-dollar bills in my pocket, even though I have given up getting snacks, or take-out food, my budget is very tight these days. But i might meet god in disguise. Today it is a frail white lady with long white hair like me. Hesitantly she walks up to me as I am turning from feeding the parking meter. She starts almost inaudibly: “Can I ask you a question?” I move closer looking straight into her big pale blue eyes: “Sure.” Without thinking, I am already pulling out that bill, how could I not. She is about my age, late sixties, just by pure luck I am not in her shoes. She nods grateful, but says immediately: “Do you have another ten?” I don’t, but I find four more beat up one-dollar notes in my wallet. She asks me for my name, I ask for hers. Suzanne moves closer and confides: ”I’ll tell you something, I have been here for 3 hours, and you are the first one to give, they all just walk by.“ Trying to hide my ache, I sigh: ”Yeah, I know…” Not that I really know what it is like to be out on the street like her. But I know rejection, not being looked in the eye, not being seen or heard, these are universal experiences. How lucky I have been – some of us starve to death. If not physically, then spiritually. And those who can’t help but look away are perhaps starved souls themselves. Who am I to know! As I walk on, I am sensing bottomless need in this affluent neighborhood of the Gourmet Ghetto.
Flows, Sings In the early hour peeing later morning surprises on tongue tasting tea teeth chewing lips listening with feet on curious soles another day steps into my humming orb with honest clarity midday overflows into afternoon filled with silken chords multiple voices ring echoing through ears, flesh, bones misty waves of sound weaving droplets into dusky desire for rest, drifting, winter five o’clock sun’s gone already, structures, roofs, walls, fences, blurred, melted, faint – how could the day glide so effortlessly Open is the garden: Licht fading to shades of grey evening sprouts questions darkness delicately explores night star-studded with dreams Here a fugue entices centuries converge music by J.S. Bach reaches consoles, flows, sings, strings shimmer Tröstet das Herz, wir sehnen uns nach dieser Berührung der Seele Es regnet… Auch heute noch In der kleinen Kathedrale klingt der Gesang Violoncello Stimme Orgel ...
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