Because of your longing…

A Young Lady Reclining After a Bath – Muhammad Mu’min, 1590′


Oh God,
it is because of your longing, that I am on the earth,
and because of my longing, that I rise.


attar-of-neishabur-commons-wikimedia-orgAbū Hamīd bin Abū Bakr Ibrāhīm
(ca. 1110 – 1221, ابو حامد ابن ابوبکر ابراهیم),
more famous by his pen-names
„Farīd ud-Dīn“ (فریدالدین) and „‘Attār“ (عطار – „the perfumer“),
was a Persian Muslim poet, mystical philosopher
and hagiographer from Nishapur, who had an
immense and lasting influence on Persian poetry and Sufism.




Dreamers – Träumer

Pilatus at Sunset © Barbara-Paraprem, 2016


Yes, you are right:
Who dosn’t dream,
isn’t a realist.
But who dreams only
also not.

Barbara-Paraprem – 2.8.2016


Ja, du hast recht:
Wer nicht träumt,
ist kein Realist.
Aber wer nur träumt
auch nicht.


Die Berge dunkeln

View from Mount Rigi © Barbara-Paraprem, 2015
View from Mount Rigi © Barbara-Paraprem, 2015


The wind has settled,
the blossoms have fallen;
Birds sing,
the mountains grow dark –
This is the wondrous power of Buddhism.



Der Wind hat sich gelegt,
die Blüten sind herabgefallen;
Vögel singen,
die Berge dunkeln –
Dies ist die wundersame Kraft des Buddhismus.


The Gap

Cross on the cemetery of Church of St. Margaret, Loukov, Czechia © Barbara-Paraprem
Cross on the cemetery
of Church of St. Margaret, Loukov, Czechia
© Barbara-Paraprem


The Gap

All I can grasp,
must die.
So where is the truth?
Oh, if I only could
express in words
this single moment,
in a split second,
the gaze seems to turn back
and that reveals itself,
what I know.
But all that I know,
I do not know.
So who can pass this gate
of outermost powerlessness,
who stop
the eternal rotating wheel?

Barbara-Paraprem – 20.6.2016





Und Du bewegst
Welt um Welt
und Wesen um Wesen
in einem gewaltigen Strom
von Ewigkeit zu Ewigkeit
wie alle Meere aller Zeiten
in einem Augenblick,
so als strömte aus Dir
Dein ganzes Herz
durch ein einziges mal
einatmen und ausatmen.




Solitude – Einsamkeit

FREE THE OAK © Barbara-Paraprem, 2015
FREE THE OAK © Barbara-Paraprem, 2015



Laugh, and the world laughs with you,
weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
but has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer,
sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
but shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you,
grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
but they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many,
be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
but alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded,
fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
but no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
for a large and lordly train,
but one by one we must all file on
through the narrow aisles of pain.


Ella Wheeler Wilcox ( Wheeler Wilcox
1850 – 1919, author and poet

Poem Source: en.wikiquote.orge