Daniel Meyer-Dinkgräfe

 

Gedichte

 

Love

 

The volcano, human heart, is stirred

To gently float in emanations of emotions

From eternal energy.

The floodgates of the heart have opened

But intellect lets but a drop

Of the unending well of bliss

Into the manifest creation:

Guardian ‘gainst injury.

That tiny quantity of love

Works miracles for my whole world,

Gives rise to joy and—poetry.

Yet all of this is but a modest image

Mirrored in my consciousness

Of wonderfully merging name and form.

 

 

 

In the Moment

 

The moment is always here and now,

never past, never future.

Felt in the moment, it is bliss, nothing less.

Convention favours what was, the “if only”.

Hope looks to what will be, the “only if”.

Lost in convention and hope, the moment is never.

Past times happened, are over, cannot be relived:

we did what we did, and it will always

have been for the best: that is the moment’s true insight.

What is in store in the future for us and the world around us,

is beyond our fathom, is open, divine.

No more use of the past than to see overall patterns,

realise how events interconnect that fuse in the moment.

No more use for the future than to realise in the moment

what the future is.

The moment is always here and now,

never past, never future.

 

 

 

Love

 

Love at first sight, all the excitement!

Not many words, immediate accord.

No lengthy wooing, straight to the point.

They have known each other from many previous lives,

and quickly exchange centuries’ worth of details in between.

They throw themselves head first into the tasks

They have chosen to master in this incarnation.

No time wasted, ever: life quick as lightning.

 

Habituation sets in, nevertheless—the hardest of tasks.

Communication falters: words meant are not said,

and words said are not heard,

and just as one said the first “I love you”

one will end with the final “I’ll leave you”.

 

Is this the end, or the chance of renewal?

Both have changed completely in the process.

Can they get to know the other’s new selves,

and gently, slowly, shyly, hesitantly, carefully and moment by moment,

fall in love again, with the new person?