Where there is love, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.
Where there is love
The heart blossoms joyfully
Like flowers in spring
© Thorsten Becker
That which seemed all encompassing
04
May
A new perspective, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.
Slow down
Look below
Get low
Bow down
Down to the ground
To the earth, the gravel, the sand
See how grand
The little things appear
A new perspective
Introspective
That which is inside
Appears in new light
That which seemed all encompassing
Is now passing
Passing by
Time
Is of no relevance
What is of prevalence
Is the elegance
The eloquence
Of unspoken words
Of feelings felt
Of how life is spelled
Here in the gravel, in the sand
Oh how grand
The little things appear
Right here
© Thorsten Becker
I walk beneath silver light
03
May
I walk underneath silver light, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.
I am but a shadow, a shadow amongst shadows, fleeting, hushing along in darkness still. And yet, moon bright, guiding light, watches my path even when I hide underneath the cover of the night. I am here, I am gone, nothing but footprints leading towards silence deep, towards a resting place amongst the lilies of the night. I am but a flutter, a heartbeat, a barely audible echo, like sonar sounds emitted by the hunters of the night. Despite my passing nature, my frail existence, moon bright, guiding light, seeks to enlighten my path, that I may not fall before my time, before I reach fragrant resting grounds of myriad flowers clothed in deep dark purple. And for that, bearer of light divine, you have my sincerest gratitude. But I beg of you this that before dawn breaks you carry my whispering heart, lift it from the lilies of the night towards lapis lazuli sky. Promise me this so that I shall walk beneath your silver light, moon bright, head held high in gentle stride watching shadows passing by.
© Thorsten Becker
To be close to an elephant
22
Apr
To be close to an elephant, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.
Oh, to be close to an elephant, that creature grand and elegant, that wrinkled skin craggy and gray with a big heart beating like a drum, next to it I’d feel no ill nor glum. I want to be close to eyes searching man’s intent, eyes that see how often we’re bent on imposing our will and truss all the things surrounding us. I want to be close to mighty feet that do not trample for idle pleasure, I want to be close to such a measure, a treasure of true dignity. How can it be that such being here we see that posses’ so mighty a power yet is not inclined to mindlessly devour all that is in its path? It does not “throw around its weight”, does not easily fall into a provoked state. To such a creature I want to be near for there is no fear that it would ever crush the things I hold dear.
© Thorsten Becker
Please play those songs once more
22
Apr
Please play those songs once more, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.
Down that road
Dreams carried under their arms
Music in their souls
Dressed in fine clothes
Songs of bright days and pride ways
Here, in this tattered town
Of sun beaten whitewashed walls
And plenty of touristy stalls
They carry on in thoughts of yonder
“Where to?” I stand and wonder
Mariachis, por favor
Please play those songs once more
For I certainly care to listen
To the melodies that I’ve been missen
Because the noise of my “better life”
Keeps drowning out that desire to strife
For simpler things and thoughtful acts
Those basic facts
That life is not about how much we earn
But how much we yearn
To learn
About each other
© Thorsten Becker
