Karinaland River

  Where Are We?   No-one knows Minute to minute Everyone has to adjust   No more mercy No more seasons Nothing to count on   Where is the middle Center of splendor Safe and calm   Truly precious Our smallness grows Dusty ashes in the wind   Splashed with pure curiosity We witness willows’ Salty sorrow   And first ginkgo petals Sweet green Young   Tango tunes leaping from Smiling moon above Our ears unfold   Everyone is blabbering on As if it is normal to be Disappeared alone   Terror and boots On the ground Without roots   Alive today Dead tomorrow Just one arm and leg   Whatever falls from heaven Tumbles back to source Stars sun metal rain Bathed in stream of tears Chiseled by wonder We are molded   Nestling in fertile lush dark We feel vulnerable Delicate old   Balancing deeper within Gratitude glows gaily Heart beats slow   Through vast unknown realms Silent stillness shimmers No need to control   Newborn...

  New Possibilities Starting end of February, the big old live oaks outside my bedroom cottage on the hill begin showing new growth. Really? The yearly miracle of renewal is happening seven weeks early. Making it even more of a wonder, normally I have to wait till April. So much rain in late fall, followed by a warm January and February. Each spring, I am helplessly stunned all over again, as if I never have experienced it before. Nestled beneath, upon waking my delight mingles with pure astonishment, awe, and contentment. Seeligkeit . Trees and bird song. Bliss. The big giants with their sturdy fat trunks and long limbs – covered in moss and all kind of lichen, reaching wide and far, deep and high – are my teachers and companions. The tender new leaves sing out to me, my heart hums along with joy. The trees’ life juice originates from the equally deep and wide roots, pushing through wood, hard branchlets, closed buds. Inner strength is unfolding, daring, trusting, growing, transfo...