Tofuwachtel

Green mist
Circling slowly
From here to there
Where the sky
Touches the earth

Soaps dense
And yet so light
Tart and cool
And yet so close

Eyes of spice
And fine herbs
Seeing buds
And blossoms
Turning in the green
In the kaleidoscope
Of life

Gently shimmering slopes
Flowing into the valley
Have in the river
Soft velvety wood
And warm crumbs

Melt together
In the silky soft
Green moss
Softly sung
From tender paws

Soap in a constant fog
Like a fine net
It weaves through the green

As bright as fresh grass
As soft as delicate moss
As spicy as young herbs

Lies between the blossoms
Takes away their nectar sweetness
Makes the buds dance

They hum to the same beat
Smile with austere grace
Breathe green life

Quiet being in silky wood
Earth crumbs and soft resin
All united in the mild green river

When the sky
Touches the earth

And the night
Softly descends

Then they fall
Like a cascade

The white
Fine blossoms

So white
So delicate
So powerful

Shimmering matt
In the sparkling starry glow

Warm
And yet gently cool

Sweet
And yet delicately green

Covering gently
Mild wood and fine herbs

Innocence
Only garment

.... green mist
Falling in the morning air

When cool dew shimmers
On soft grass

When the sun gently
Warms the earth

When herbs quietly
Whisper spicy

When silky wood becomes
Freshly greened

When buds break open
Very gently

When young moss is so fresh
Shines in the shade

When the beginning lets
The new life sprouts

Then it goes
The green wind

... There comes the silence

The I, the being
Drifting
In a calm clear lake

Like dull silky
Wood
Seemingly endlessly alive


Since eternity
Distant in time
In the lasting self

Thoughts float
Quietly
In herbaceous hope

A soft breeze
Fresh
Caressed soul

Silent breath flowing
Whispering
In the eternal cycle

Relaxed eyes gaze
Secure
Into the confidence of life

Quietly goes the wind
Caresses the wood
Refreshes the spirit

Gossamer green
Security
Very gently and quietly

Here in the now
Free
Of all too much