Pearl Diver

If I sit still
the bitterness
the desperation
will seep out of me

Just like the tide
movement is powerful
but stillness
is polishing the pearl


Reincarnation is for Sissies

…who cannot bear to face the reality of mortality, of the definite. It is a concept for the spiritual immature.”

Why do people with glass-cutting opinions have to talk while not only full of themselves but their mouths equally filled with hors d’euvre?

Although he was not even speaking to me, I felt definitely being too close to his nurturing comments. So I faked noticing a friend just entering the room and left the small group, waving and smiling enthusiastically at no one in particular.
After all, this was not my house nor my party (where I could have even cried if I wanted to).

While I am not sure about reincarnation, I am quite positive about trying not to ridicule other people’s beliefs. Of course I could have flattened this guy with one of my incredible witty and intelligent remarks. But then I would have had to at least spend all night in his vicinity, because above mentioned remarks – while brilliant – are usually somewhat slow in coming. If I wanted to insult someone creatively, I had to think about what to say for so long, that it just did not seem worthwhile after all. That is why I sometimes get mistaken for a good person. Call it Karma.

While we all know about reincarnation in Buddhism and Hinduism, according to Wikipedia, it is also an intrinsic part of many Native American and Inuit traditions, and 24% of American Christians expressed a belief in it.

What are your opinions regarding reincarnation? Personally, like mentioned before I am still a fence-sitter, though having had a brush or two with the (at least currently) unexplainable.
For all my fellow fence-sitters and of course all others interested in the topic, here is a link to an interesting article:

Scientific American: (yes, you read that right – Scientific American)

Are we sceptics really just cynics?


Note to Self

Where is the contract you made
With health and happiness?

Ask the child
Who will never run

Ask the demented parent
Curled up in bed
Like a dried leaf

Ask all those who barely
Had a taste of this world
Or too much of it

Stop whining!

For however long
Life gave you itself
It ows you nothing

To saturate it
With bitterness
Or Love
Is up to you

Per il mio figlio

prenditi la tua vita
e stringila forte
finché il succo dolce-amaro
ti tinge la lingua

finché le tue emozioni
ti hanno avuto nelle mani
e sei stato
come un animale ferito

non serve cercare di
dietro le abitudini addomesticati

la paura ti troverà ovunque
e se non ti fai vedere nudo
davanti te stesso
ti ammazza

darti alle cose
non risparmiarti
per poter morire bello

se non ti è rimasto
il nero della vita sotto le unghie
non hai mai assaggiato
questa terra

e quando sei ubriaco del succo
fai l’amore
mettiti a scrivere

son’ queste
e molte altre le cose
che si fanno
quando non si può contenere più
la luce liberata