Landscape – Punkt im Dunkeln

Alpstein Teil II

Sinn, Sein, Stein, Bock, auf Berge.

Kahlschlag, Kalkstein, Steinschlag, schlagfertig.

Endlich, endlos, losgelöst, Stein im Fall.

Hum of Maybe

slowly,
these days,
they fade away.
märz, april, mai, 
vorbei am frühlingsregen in den see;
a sea of tears.
fader geschmack nach sommergras.
ein moment indem ich nur verlier,
verlor, vergessen – who cares?
wer bricht aus?
ordinary geworden vor lauter schreck,
a hum of maybe,
in der luft,
vielleicht auch nicht.

Hum of Maybe – Apparat

Granite

A dream within a dream, so vivid 'til the end, of endless walls of stone, of endless waterfalls, of falling out of space and time to come back down to earth to climb, of calls to action, never heard, of slowly crawling through the snow, of mirror-lakes that tear apart, of granite flakes that stretch so far, a heart is buried deep beneath where hazel hen meets wren, at last.

Letzter Schatten

Ein letztes Wort,
ein letzter Satz,
laut geschwiegen,
stark verdorrt die feinen Triebe, dort,
wo leises Existieren platzt,
und Leben Platz hat, Raum hat,
nichts zu viel ist, dort,
dort fliegen sie und wiegen sich
ein letztes mal im Winde.
Verschwiegene Geliebte,
kriegende Besiegte,
dort erliegen sie
geschwinde
uns'rer Gier:
Schwalben der Nacht.

Komm, spring hinüber,
mach schon, komm,
kopfüber in
die letzte Schlacht.

Zuestoll – Alte Südwand

Der Himmel überfüllt
mit blau
und flüchtigen Erinnerungen,
tropfend, wirbelnd,
gold'ne Sonne,
Fels ganz grau

und ganz umhüllt 
in Weite,
ganz erfüllt, ich gleite
blass dahin,
verblasst wohin
es geht, erfasst
vom Sturm,
so rau.

Reitergrad, Alpstein

Hoch hinauf auf steilen Schrofen
schreite ich dem Schmerz davon
der sich einen Weg erschlich
ins Herz, ein scharfer Stich,
einwärts gekehrt quer ich
zum schmalem Pfad
zum scharfen Grat, bin frei, endlich.
Ein kleiner Stoß, ich fliege los
Gedanken brechen aus,
aus ihren Runden raus,
der Grat verschwunden, ungebunden
schweb ich hier in Dunkelheit – 
es tut mir Leid.

And all is lost in a storm, of something sinister.
The Feeling of Losing Everything, Archive

Entangled

I guess I missed my 3rd blog anniversary earlier this year. I also missed my 200th blog post (it was this one six posts ago). And in general, I don’t like milestones all that much. They represent not only the beginning of something new, but also the end of a chapter. And this entails reflection, which I often struggle with. But today I will try to make an exception. Without contemplation, I will simply let another milestone happen.

Interim (a diary entry)

Interim (a diary entry)

The weather turned. Temperatures are beginning to creep past 20 degrees. The bouldering gym has moved from second home to third home as work has now become my second home. It’s too much – but who would say otherwise? Sometimes it seems unclear whether I live life as intended – but who would say otherwise? But: Old hobbies are waiting to picked up again. Juggling balls have already seen the light of day, and 88 keys are waiting to be pushed again. Visitors are coming by the lake and we are delighted to host them. Yet, I have to find time to return the favor. Instead, we watch the birds coming back with memories from endless journeys across continents. And they bring back our wanderlust, to go out and explore, and enjoy, and soak up life.

The Guardian

The Guardian

They swarm in hundreds from below,
trudge through the meadows in a row,
to infiltrate the sacred realm,
to irritate, to overwhelm
the residents below the sky
who simply sigh and shy away –
their habitat is in decay
because of mankind's holiday.

Seeking Exhaustion

Seeking Exhaustion

Drawn to the void inside
alloyed by sweat and tears,
in search for heavy feet
and pure joy on repeat.
I only fear the laziness
while trying to escape the years
to find instead the emptiness
out there, wide landscapes all around,
a place where thoughts do have no doubt.