Words I wrote – some in distant, some in recent times.
The Sacred and the Profane As object of reality and subjective consciousness upon it She, as many other beings, decides herself in two-fold way. Rite of Passage From the Sea a Phoenix rises As they have done so many times before And while she wonders how to fly Time is slowly passing by.
The Fire
The sun is high
The sky is blue
The grass is dry
But who are you?
A warm burning fire
Giving gentle heat
Sits there
Calm and steady
As it reaches out to you
Encloses you
Embraces you
Makes you dream
Thoughs wander astray
Floating around
As you sink into your very own calmness
- ~ -
Ever rolling waves
Endless movement
yet
A distinct calmness
dwells within
Part I
Far away from reality
I ask myself
Who I am
Floating in uncertainty
I ask myself
Can I love
Knowing the answers
does not erase the thoughts and feelings
Part II
I feel.. alone, kind of
placed in this world
somehow connected
but some
feelings and thoughts
from my inside
cannot be expressed
and thus
a melancholic,
restless
craving
remains
The sun is high The sky is blue The grass is dry But who are you?
Gregor Sönnichsen 