King of Being


I would like to take a beautiful photo for you
with 20 million pixels
with gold and luxury
in high gloss
I have nothing to offer
in this artificial instagram world
with its fancy clothes and beautiful girls
I’m supersaturated by this pile of invented settings
and rich life of high society
I nearly throw up
I only can tell you about an ordinary unmarried couple
in rags and with wound feet
walking the long road
they have nothing but each other and
we are in God’s hands
our lives are rich in him
struggling people who go on to survive
but the girl carries a king under her heart
the one who will unveil society and its synthetic life
the great devaluation
because he is

God does not exist.


God is of his own kind
he is not he or she or it
he is not before or after
the old God
is always new
even when the axis of the universe breaks
and God dies on the cross
so even in death
he is the new beginning
God is not a being
not a nothing
not an everything
and God also does not exist
what exists decays
what lives that dies
we could speak more daring
of you God
you stayed mysterious to us
a child knows you
and a human in agony
who knows you
to whom fails every word

dark night of the soul



each word is a search
when I speak me out
and say nothing
your being is not to grasp
you are obvious
like the light
I think of the darknesses
when your name breaks to me
in emptiness
remains comforting
only a dark silence
which is brighter
than every earthly light