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The River

Nearby Chateaux Thiery, France

Silently,
the mighty river glides,
amid the ranting drift
of the city around it.
The earth trembles
from the hastening,
lawns and rogues
of suspecting people,
who are driven by the lack of self-confidence
and false ideas of self-realization.
The air flickers from the furious wailing
of abused elements.

The floods flow in wonderful serenity
the mighty water gurgles quietly,
surrounded by the whispering,
life drenched, green strength.

Ancient trees - wise like the wind in their branches
bend over it in a loving pose -
And for a moment, one can hear the silence...
It penetrates the terrestrial din with strength -
Memory filles the breast -
Questions push up...
River, where do you come from?
River, where do you go?

Wasserfall

Mightfully the inner voice arises -
     Be still!
     Look!
     Feel!
     I AM...

Regina Franziska Rau
July 2000
Landshut near Munich

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World

Deeply you penetrate your filigree,
extremely fine network, made from wishes,
longings and reverie - into me.
You have interwoven the things
with which you lure your victims -

Tempting eyes, promising hearts,
shining rubies and beaming property -
shining, deceptive genuinely,
almost like the "Great Light":
the longing of the hearts, that dwell in you,...

Pain, streams from my depths -
wants to console itself,
it wants to last
with your frozen shine.

Engel halten die Erde

Pain, born from ancient past -
it wants to fight back,
against the thorn,
that you want to hide from the eye.

And your structure wants to hook -
wants to harden inside me.

I assume the encoded message of your offerings,
that hide behind the allurements
of your woven net.

I take the truth of your gifts,
which it brings to me -
and I take your hand,
and look deeply into your iridescent eyes.

And the structure dissolves...
... in the river of the love,
that flows through everything.

Applet by Fabio Ciucci: http://www.anfyteam.com
Painting © Regina Franziska Rau

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Elements

Fire	Element of the transience, the eternal transformation. You teach me how to give away and you take away my fear from transition. You donate the strength to me, to give myself unconditionally...
Water	Element of the Purification and the eternal return. You teach me how to flow and you take away my fear of getting paralyzed. You donate the strength to me, to dive into the depths...
Air	Element of the movement and the eternal being You teach me how to fly and you take away my fear from the silence. You donate the strength to me, to scoop from the depths...
Earth	Element of the security and the demonstration. You teach me the steps and you take away my fear from my own path. You donate the strength to me, to apply all my skills.

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Might of Thoughts -
My beloved Forest

As the bustle became too big for me today,
and my ubiquitous, never-tired thoughts too loudly,
I thought of visiting you.

Hastily, I put on my boots
and ran,
my followers of thoughts steadily behind me.
They yelled mutually:

"Should I do this - or that?"
"Is it better like this - is that allowed?"
"How is it right to love?"
"May I like that beautiful plant,
when that one has already touched my sense...?"

I bumped at stones, and dry branches,
whose crackling and clicking I use to love,
they wedged between my legs,
stung me into the calves.
Sting nettles seemed
to tend down to me especially deep -
my thighs burned.
I got very angry on you
why do you hurt me?
As if I didn't have already enough of the pain
about the unanswered questions inside?

There I suddenly came to a clearing
where three big spruces stood -
with strong trunk and high growth.
Two had a big wound at their feet.
Around, chips were laying,
and this once so muscular mighty wood
had been grinded to flour.
Fat resinous tears dripped from the trunk...
A tiny bug had eaten into the strong trunks.

Now I comprehended the destructive strength
of swirling thoughts.
They fell giants -
and I had nurtured them.

Now I comprehended,
that you have called me all the time,
to linger with you for a moment of silence -
and I have not heard you,
deaf from the drift in my confused head.

Now I dropped myself into the grass
beneath your sore roots and cried with you.

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And GOD Spoke...

When we will learn to listen to HIM,
when will we finally let HIM finish HIS speech:

In the tree, in the air, in the earth, in the seas.
in the bouncy -, flying -, swimming ones,
yes in the emerging nature.

Instead of cutting off and suffocating HIS word,
for our palate
- for our desires
by: the slaughter at all nature
with our own hands;

Inner Guidance

And instead of twisting HIS word
through the MANIA of our (GEN)-Technology, Industry and science...

AND GOD DIRECTED THE WORD
ALSO TO US
IN THE FRUITS OF THIS EARTH

... THE WORD HAS BECOME VIVID

When will we lay down the dead scripts
and read the vivid "books" and "newspapers",
this is, what HE writes for us
and this we hardly want to heed:

Apple

The FRUITS of the trees and shrubs
will open our eyes,
because the information
for the nourishment of the spirit
and the medicine to cure every disease
lays hidden inside these fruits

THE GATE TO OUR FREEDOM
for the body and soul
AND GOD SPOKE... and it became
AND God speaks... and it is

LET'S LET HIM FINISH HIS SPEAKING...
AND LET'S LISTEN TO HIM

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Loved Moon

- you shed your silvery songs
over the country
you cover the noisy world
for the glimpse of a moment
with your light of untouchedness...

In the gleam of your magic brightness,
I see worlds which have vanished long ago
and I dive deep down into the ocean
of the everturning spiral
in the endless pond of your universe ...

My loved moon -

You penetrate me
with your healing power
you light me
on my muddled paths.

what has just frightened me,
because I could not see it in the dark,
now appears and intimate clear...
Now I can also walk
in the darkness -
because I know:
high above the "clouds"
you are always there!

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