2015

Another year for me and you.
10 more days to go this year.
Emptiness.
More emptiness.
OK. This is no poetry. It is my account of 2015. So let's get it started.
What do I have to say, that you haven't read or seen in the media?
Ah yes, now I know:
Forget about it!!!
Walk out into the streets or into the hills and see for yourself. What can you do?
Ask yourself! What have I gained from reading the news today?
Is it information, you call it or does it give you pleasure to learn about all that suffering?
Be honest! Isn't it like reading good fiction for you?
Or do you need it for being able to say: Everything goes down the drains?
2015 was not better or worse than any other year, but the media machine brings the fear more effectively to all of you.
I don't blame all those people who only do their job and whose currency is simply attention.
I blame myself, for consuming it.
Where would we be without all this gossip?
In ignorance, or just in paradise?
2016 is coming closer, tick tack tick tack.
And with it a lot of love and peace that no one will write about.
I am considering to delete this post.
No I wont do it.
After all the weird stuff about time there ought to be something more serious and critical.
Before I forget it:
Have a nice Christmas Time wherever you are and a good 2016, whatever that may mean for you.

Frog Time

Clock Time

Time Warp

It's astounding...
2016 is approaching. We will soon cross the line between numbers again.
Between 15 and 16, between last year and next year.
It is just another one of these imaginary boundaries.
...time is fleeting
Maybe because there is no time, just the present.
So no 15 and 16
Just a constant flux.
...madness takes its toll...
Maybe the result of having too much time to think about time
will result in being the next Bauernbergpark Man (wherever he may be).
Whenever I see the paintings of Chronos devouring his children
I wish that there was no time.
In the timeless moments when I think about time I also wonder
what it is that lets seemingly irreversible processes and linear
time concepts into our lives.
I hope that soon I will not have too much time to think about time.
But that is another story.

Christmas Time

Christmas time, quiet time.
The desire for peace and quiet is almost lost - almost.
I take my stone and walk into the dark, the festive dark into the fields and I think about the Star, no I see the Star and I collect the peace and quiet in my stone and carry it with me.
I carry it to you, to all of you, to all that have assembled in remembrance of the Nativity, and to those who only need the quiet in their hearts, in their minds, in their souls, in their bodies.
And it is stronger than the noise, than consumption, than wastefulness, and above all stronger than hate, because it is nourished by the emptiness, by the stars, by the Tao and by God.
And after I have distributed my festive peace and quiet this Christmas time, I take my stone and put it back to the other stones.
And there is peace upon the land.