Flowering Passion

Celebrate the real new year. That day in spring.
When nature bursts into a trillion flowers. No
other phase in earth’s journey around the sun,
will be as energetic as when seasons turn.

Life is expanding itself, no matter what we
believe or think or feel.

In case you reach the end of the world, part IV

There's something special about you.

Why else would Nature pick you as its sole survivor?
If not for the purity of your heart,
then for your trust.

Your trust in the righteousness of time.
Time doesn't judge and so don't you.
Time doesn't give or take. It just passes.
It doesn't reward or punish.
It's the human mind who does these things.

Except for yours.
You carry your weight and participate.

In case you reach the end of the world, part III

Here's to everything you leave behind,
once you're on your way to Mars.

May your journey be gentle
and your thoughts courageous.
You are the pioneer
who we never dared to become.
The explorer and conqueror
of humanity's next world.

May your memories be enlightening
instead of frightening and your dreams wise
instead of deceiving.
May your travel through the airless space
be one of hope.

And may you, once you're there,
stop caring about who remembers,
or who forgets.

She Said

You are air like oxygen in a storm.
I am water like land flooded by raindrops.
A torch to light a candle.
A lion whispering love.
We rule the world and the night around it,
but not the time it's spinning, nor its ending
or its beginning.

The Best Things That Ever Happen

Kisses from sincerity,
the sun on any given day,
but darkness when
the senses getting tired.

also: Playlist

The little pains that last forever

We sit here quietly
and watch the flames crawl.
Willingly miss the next bus.

A quick halo from the lowlands.

I picture you laughing
in the sun. The winter
is coming.
I need some sleep.

Amidst the falling leafs,
my greatest fear is
to forget you. To miss you,
without knowing.

To loose your name. To
share no past. To spend
a lifetime searching.

In case you reach the end of the world

Some people believe it's judgment day,
once you reach the end of the world,

But it's not. It's like any other day.
You watch the ripples in the water,
not knowing what comes next.

And after a while you will start
to see the beauty of it all.

How every day you've lived
had been a gift to the future of children.

Soundcloud

After the honest but rational reality of the real world,
there's music.
A place to be, a thought to think.

To love the sound of heart is
all the social we need.
The order of rhythm in a novella of melody and chords.

All that life is, represented in songs.

Follow me at Soundcloud

Sssh...

Let him float calmly.
No distant shore awaits him.
Part of the sea now.

Makebelieve (the video ;)

Makebelieve

I believe that below the mirroring surface of this pond another world exists.
And that when I take a better look, I'll see a boy looking at me.
Watching me from behind a tree.

I believe that if I jump I will not fall but fly,
past the clouds, through the thin blue air. Into that endless universe,
where time and place are made up by poets.

I believe that life would move very slowly. Or maybe not move at all.
Or maybe move by the speed of dreams.
Darkness, quietness and loneliness would be virtues,
not places to avoid.

I believe that I belong there. That I should morph into that rippling, glistening world.
Trade a mind for a conscious. A body for a soul.
Become the sea, the endless sea.

I believe that when I watch my final breath dissolve into thousand little bubbles,
hastily crawling towards the bleak sun,
I will be free.

I'm not afraid.

But I believe I have my purpose here. In this place,
at the edge of the pond. On this soil,
where gravity and the cycle of earth determine my being.
I'm needed. The world would collapse if I leave now.

So I stay.

I believe that boy is not watching me,
but watching over me.

He smiles.

Ben Scheffer, juli 2013

Far = Away (executed)

Watch the ocean
from a cabin,
from a britch,
through a port hole

Think (again):
"If I can turn back the hands of time,
this boat will be false, else
this goodbye will be true."

While I'm not free
and you're not here,
I know:
I should have missed you before I left.

Source code

Far = Away

do
   watch('ocean') {
      $from = "cabin";
      $from .= "britch";
      $from .= "port hole;
   }

   think {

      if (counterClockWise($handsOfTime))  {
         $this -> boat = false;
      } else {
         $this -> goodbye = true;
      }

      again

   }

   new $wisdom = "I should have missed you before I left";
   return $wisdom;

}

while ( I != "free" && U != "here" );

Ben Scheffer, 2011

Past-de-deux

While you enter the stage,
your hair seems to turn Gray,
and I know that your knees hurt,
when you do a plié.

As the lights in the background,
fade slowly to blue,
I see a young ballerina,
in an old lace tutu.

It used to be hard to believe,
that this life will not last,
or that the time that remains,
would go by so fast.

I wish I could give back,
those glorious days,
when you walked the glissade,
with wondrous grace.

But while the corps de ballet,
stays always the same,
the dancer in front,
will have a new name.

(Evonity / Ben Scheffer aug. 12th 2010)

On the phone with someone you love

A distant horizon. A projection
of hope and desire. A soft breeze that
turns the sky to dust. A single thought,
endlessly repeated. One name.
One image of someone not you.

You hold her hand. Try to see
beyond her eyes. Beyond the line
dividing heaven from earth.
The yin and yang of simple dreams,
and long lived illusions.

This used to be a blessing.
Like the time of life offered
to us on the day of birth.
But it seems jaded now and troubled
by debt.

If only the remaining days
could be freed from words. You
might see life beyond its ending.

The reign of truth restored.

Love at the union of souls.

Life takes place in the valley

That enlightened age of first thoughts,
when you were barely five and
unaware of life or its meaning.

In the growing shadows of the trees,
you heard the distant sound of joy.
Voices coming from the valley.

Boys who chase girls,
who see the universe fit
in the palms of their hands.

To breath wasn't a gift. To age was a desire.
The purpose of life was to run,
not to catch or to get caught.

Walking from home to school

The why's and why-not's
determine the shape we're in.
Foggy spring mornings.

Evonity, 2009

Call a friend if you're lonely

November always gets us.
White lines of web.
Spider centered life.

Evonity, November 2, 2008

Neither a bee can solve all the problems of the world

sleeping serene, the
unborn and the dead
to know all orchidaceae