‘Greetings to you tiny ram’s horn snail,
You know of my life, but its of no avail
You swim in the waters while I cannot
You are self-contained, which I forgot
You can’t understand the life I live
But nevertheless I wish you ‘d give
Some of your carefree equilibrium
That I need for my continuum.’
(from: Moon dances, 2010)
The dead frog who is lying by the site of the road
Met his sad end by trying to catch a ride
Had he known what kinds of dangers abode
He would have stayed safe inside his hide.
It is similar with the lives of man
Who twist and turn and jump the fence
Who know not what to appreciate, hence:
The wise one is he who remains untouched again.
Catching fish from out of the pond
Is such a sad affair for the fish
They live and die and go beyond
As they form the basis for our dish
Creatures from a world uncommon and strange
Grasp the attention of those cleverly watching
Longing to understand their wide range
They eagerly take their pride in the catching.
When the essence of religion is finally understood
It will be integrated in the heart of humanity
And its outward appearances may all be scattered in the wind.
– – –
The grass turned green with envy
as it saw the clouds passing by
so graciously.
(from: Paper Leaves, a collection of short poems, aphorisms and autobiography, 2006)
– – –
Leren 