Detox-Retox

Wake up without an alarm

This will be a day of zero harm

Start with berries and salute the sun

Minus one

Lunch is broccoli stew

Minus two

Snack on almonds and green tea

Minus three

Have a glass of red wine, a generous pour

Minus four

and an hour at the gym

feeling relaxed and trim

enjoying all benefits

but how to deal with this deficit?

Finish the bottle of wine

And you’re still doing fine

The score is now minus three

So you can have lots of cheese for free

Once you retox up to zero

You can go to bed as a balanced hero

How do you know

How do you know which raindrop is the critical one

that cracks open the seed.

Never curse the rain.

How do you know which sun ray gives the seed the

signal to grow

Never curse the sun.

And never, ever curse the wind

the wind carries seeds into fertile soil

followed by rain and sunshine.

Watch your step, human, do not interfere

cat for sadness

tear drops on cat fur

disappear in softness

soothing purring

He looks at me and blinks

a cat kiss

empathy across species

we all feel pain

your colours

Thank You, my friend

I was in the black

Drowning. 

Screaming for air and light. 

Hungry for white, bright light -

knowing it wasn't true. 

Because only black contains all colours.

Let me mirror the colours of you, my friend:

You are Ruby Red

for energy and uplifting spirit.

You are Azure Blue

representing the Dragon who controls clouds and rain.

You emit Cyber Laser and Electric Yellow,

to cheer up the world and celebrate human intelligence.

You are Cornflower Blue

enveloping me in empathy.

You are illuminating Emerald Green

for vision and understanding.

Palatinate purple 

divine.

Twilight Lavender for a good night's sleep.

You stopped me from going back to black

I no longer want that white light, 

as seductive as it may be.

When you are here with me

I'm ready for the colours.

You showed me the path.

You said you'd walk alongside.

So let's float, let's bath

and celebrate the day the old me died.

Let us soak, and dig deep

allowing the river to carry us.

Wake up from our deep sleep

in this river painted by my friend's colours

Refugees

A flood of refugees

suffering families fleeing their homes.

European politicians acting as referees

meanwhile my countrymen are throwing stones.

I am an expatriate

and a proud patriot,

but seeing a Finnish man 

dressed as Ku Klux Klan

in the international news
blows my fuse

and throws me into a refugee's shoes.

I don't know the solution 

the European politicians, elected to decide

are still struggling with simple air pollution

and trying to choose the right side.

They talk about the costs -

As if tormented humans were moths,

how most economically to eradicate

or fairly allocate.

They supposedly have access to all facts

so I forgive my own ignorance.

We still cannot turn our backs

or prop up fences of defense.

Political history leaves deep tracks.

It tears me apart

but here's what I know in my heart:

We humans do not ignore suffering

we do not ignore a person hungering

we humans do not let people die

and we do not turn our backs on a baby's cry.

When your past catches up with you

What are you running from

do you really think you can hide.

What if you run faster than anyone

or become invisible

- a smiley positive.

Your past will still catch up with you.

Past raw gentle truth.

Your past is gentle in its truth

and it is patient

it waits until you are ready -

ready to carry the burden

ready to feel pain 

and ready to face the shame.

Then hits you with full force.

Your past is raw with its truth

it tears up all old scars

the ones you thought had already healed

and those you didn't know existed

you will bleed again.

And you will doubt yourself, 

regret every choice 

there is a voice in your head, 

telling you you did wrong

but here is an another voice;

the voice of your heart, spirit and soul.

Listen selectively.

This is your new source of strength now

opening your eyes to what is real and meaningful.

Your new insight into the human soul's ugliness

will make you doubt, cry, and vomit

and you learn 

that behind every action there is a motive

and those motives are understandable, 

sometimes even noble.

Cherish the truth, 

welcome your bleeding scars.

They make you human.

Peace dove poem

In the pale light of the midwinter sun 

mourning doves fly.

Black flock resting -a weighty covey

bending down the weak branches of a young pine.

Their long journey has only just began.

In the heart of one, a flicker of hope suddenly shine.

He leaves the flock without a farewell.

Lonesome pigeon on icy beach

gazes at the vast sea.

And as if hearing a prophesy-

senses the season's cycles, life's eternity

and despite a broken wing

and his heart by loneliness torn;

encouraged by the forthcoming spring

a peace dove is born.

A Tribute to Ch'i

Ch'i comes and Ch'i goes

but no-one really knows

how precisely Ch'i flows.

But the Woman who things broken and seemingly grouse

repairs, recycles -and when She must, even throws.

She, who intuitively just knows,

and to no human invented "- ism" bows.

She, who polishes her floor until it glows

and neatly places the rice bowls.

She unconditionally enhances all of her family goals 

and simultaneously nurtures her ancestor's souls.

Evil Spring

Spring is mean,

overoptimistic 

and naive.

Personified in the Azure Dragon

comes strapped to a wagon

of bright light obscene

irritating my nerve ends

causing synaptic mayhem.

The majestic polar bear must give way for

idiotic bouncy Easter rabbits

because the perma ice is cracking

under his enormous paws

as the world around him thaws.

The birds are singing

their hysterical cacophony

once again spring is bringing

exaggerated frivolity.

Spring comes too fast

and with a light much too harsh

shining from an odd angle

bringing out all imperfections

accentuating dirt and spots,

ignorant of- and even mocking my slowness

too much for my sleepy senses.

Let me linger a little longer

hibernate here and try to become stronger.

Spring is weak and despicable

yet unpredictable

spotting what should be a lush green lawn

with dots of yellow pus made of dandelion.

Spring brings chaos and disorder

to winter's fuzzy cosiness

candles shine bright no more

and the earthy warm colours of winter decor

lose their might 

as spring wins the fight.

All that frenetic sprouting

white snow melts away to expose particles of disgust

and dirty windows are shouting

and the air is saturated with asthma-attack dust

Fairies don't wear fur

they're all hiding and waiting for the Vermilion Bird.

Friend-Day poem

To my friends

„Humans have no fur so they need friends“

My web of friends

woven into my life

the fabric it brings

of mulberry silk strings

knitted into a protective cloth

- A Kevlar vest for tough times.

Making me, molding me

always protecting me

Creating a beautifully patterned fabric

Vane velvet mixed with earthy hemp

Sexy spandex for acrylic afternoons.

Woolsock-warm, the cosy people.

Daily wear cotton

soft and durable, the kind that takes any tear

those are my closest friends, very dear

the ones I can stain with my pain.

You all mean something to me

and you defeat humankind’s strongest fear,

- which is indifference

by giving my life’s fabric its unique consistence

with a delicate braiding of lace -

to remind of the preciousness of life and space.

No harsh tags or itchy labels à la H&M

my friend’s fabric has no beginning or an end

Thank you, for being my friend!

Mermaid poem

So what?

So what if I'm a Mermaid?

Strangled by seaweed

going down because of male greed.

Look at my little sister

there she sits on a cold stone

she was a fearless maid, now sinister

once upon a time we saw how the lucky planets on her shone

now she freezes down to the bone

in Denmark.

She's raped, cold and old.

Old cold stone.

Exposed to every hungry look

A tsunami the shores of earth shook

many years before  Andersen wrote about her virginity lost

My sister, she will never defrost

and for me, there is no going back

from this god forgotten wrack.

A man stepped ashore

We thought he was hoping to score

but he showed me his true colours

and we became lovers.

Humans are ignorant 

virgins aren't always innocent

their souls lost in the murk.

We Mermaids don't do homework. 

So what if I'm a Mermaid?

What is the Cat thinking

What is the cat thinking

whilst staring into the emptiness

almost without blinking

does he suffer from the loneliness

inevitable to a solitary species

that cannot be confined by leashes.

When he looks at his human, what does he see

a servant, a soul-mate or a trustee.

What does the cat see in a child

a nuisance, or a playmate wild

something to fear

or a companion to cheer.

Is the cat's patience with people small

a sign of self-preservation or is it sympathy, after all?

How can he place himself 

onto any old shelf

like an ornament 

his little body like a small monument

a feng shui incarnation

such a perfectly divine creation.

For the human eye so pleasant

in his every move and posture

even when no witness is present 

this elegance to capture.