drei cookies

Drei Cookies

Aum,
sang Chica,
awakening love
in all she encountered
as she walked
home

♫ ♫ ♫

Choose a subject
name a price,
get a poem
read the sign
on the wooden table
in front of Chica’s typewriter

Would you write for me a poem
about the color green?
asked the girl
I offer you three hundred dollars
or three wishes

I’d like three wishes, please

And so Chica began to write
a poem
about the color green

♫ ♫ ♫

Thank you,
said the girl
It’s beautiful
The most beautiful words ever written
for me
Thank you
Take this jar
Inside are three cookies
Each cookie will grant you a wish
if you eat it
slowly
and mindfully

Thank you

The girl bowed slightly
and walked away
disappearing

♫ ♫ ♫

Servus, Chica

Servus, Blume

Was hättest Du gern?

Ich hätte gern ein bißel was zu essen

Magst Du ein bißel Pollen?

Ja, gern
Danke
Drei Cookies habe ich schon,
aber ich sollte sie noch nicht essen
Mir ist es lieber zu warten,
bis ich weiß,
was ich mir sonst wünsche
Jedes Cookie wird mir einen Wunsch erfüllen,
und ich möchte sie nicht verschwenden

Und so aß Chica
Pollen der Blume
Und sobald sie satt war,
wurde sie in ein Schmetterling verwandelt,
und dann flog sie herum,
alle Blumen im Feld besuchend

♫ ♫ ♫

Im Wald,
ein Mensch wieder,
erwachte sie

Ich wünsche mir nichts,
dachte Chica,
weil ich ja alles schon habe,
was ich brauche
Ich selber bin die Liebe
Ich bin Gott
Aber trotzdem möchte ich
ein Cookie essen

Und so aß sie eines der drei Zauberkekse
und ging spazieren

♫ ♫ ♫

Servus, Chica

Servus, Baum

Geh ein bißchen weiter,
bis zum Zentrum
des Waldes,
bis zum Zentrum
deines Wesens
Die Wolkenkunst
fingt bald an

Danke, Baum

Und so ging Chica
zur Wiese,
die im Zentrum des Waldes lag
Sie legte sich hin
auf dem Gras
und sah nach oben,
die Wolken beobachten,
wie sie Form annahmen
und sich auflösten

♫ ♫ ♫

Und Chica auch
löste sich aus,
und fing eine Reise an,
eine Reise nach nirgendwohin,
eine Reise nach innen

♫ ♫ ♫

Danke, Cookie
Danke dir

Bitte
Es ist schön,
daß wir reden können

Ja

Du bist in mir,
und ich bin in dir

Ja

Dualität gibt es nicht

Ja,
so ist es

Es gibt keine Probleme
in diesem Raum
Hier kannst du einfach sein

Cookie hörte auf zu reden,
und schwieg weiterhin,
und Chica reiste weiter
nach innen

♫ ♫ ♫

Nach einer Weile
fing Chica zu merken an,
daß ihr ganzes Körper
vibrierte
und zwar sehr intensiv

Und von der Tiefe ihrer Seele
began sie zu singen

Sie sang
und sang
bis sie ins Gesang
verwandelt wurde

Dann
began sie zu schweben
Formlos,
zeitlos,
als Gesang
reiste sie überallhin
Überall war sie

♫ ♫ ♫

Und dann später
in der Stille des Nichts
schwieg Chica
in der Stille ihres Wesens

♫ ♫ ♫

Iß mich

Wie heißt du denn?

Cookie der Liebe

Wer ist noch da?
Cookie der Weisheit

Und wen habe ich schon gegessen?

Cookie Ungenannt

Okay

Und so Chica grub
in ihre Tasche
bis sie Cookie der Liebe
fand
Und dann aß sie es

Plötzlich wurde ihr ganzes Wesen
mit Liebe erfüllt,
und Liebe strahlt
von ihr aus

♫ ♫ ♫

Wie Jesus und Mohammed,
wie der Buddha
ging Chica weiter,
reine Liebe,
heilend
mit ihrem Gesang:
Ich bin alles,
alles ist in mir
Und es gibt keinen Unterschied
zwischen mir und dir

♫ ♫ ♫

Und am Ende des Tages
kam sie in einem Dorf an,
wo sie bemerkte,
daß sie mit den Tieren
reden könnte

Miau

Miau

Streichle mich,
bitte
Dafür schnurre ich dir ein Lied vor

Und als Chica die Katze
zu streicheln an fing,
began die Katze zu schnurren

Und das Schnurern war so schön,
daß sie die Katze zu streicheln
nicht aufhören könnte
Die ganze Nacht sangen die Beiden,
manchmal zusammen,
manchmal allein

♫ ♫ ♫

Und in der Früh
als die Sonne die Landschaft
zu färben began,
hörte Chica
von der Tiefe ihren Tasche
eine leise Stimme

Guten morgen, Chica

Grüß dich, Cookie

Was meinst du?
Hast du Lust mich auch zu essen?

Ja

Und so aß Chica das Cookie der Weisheit
Und Vögel begannen zu singen
Und Chica sang mit:
Nichts bin ich,
ja, ich bin nichts

♫ ♫ ♫

“Love says ‘I am everything’
Wisdom says ‘I am nothing’
Between the two,
my life flows”1

Und so war es
Zwischen der Liebe
und der Weisheit
fließte Chica

1 Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

coming home

Coming Home

Looking for a home,
village to village,
drumming, dancing, and dreaming with the villagers,
Cedric travelled

And after having visited many, many villages,
Cedric came to a village
called Here and Now

And it was there that he was invited to stay

As he approached the village,
walking as usual,
Cedric sensed something special

Trees grew everywhere
And every kind of tree:
trees from Africa,
trees from Asia,
trees from California

And the trees told him their stories
as he drew closer to the village
They told him what they felt,
what they wished for
And they told him that each one of them
hoped to one day
become a drum

So Cedric paused on the road
and took out his drum
and played a song for the trees
And the trees danced in the wind,
and the birds sang a song of welcome

♫ ♫ ♫

And the villagers heard Cedric’s song
and they came out to greet him
They brought flowers and incense,
and they invited him
to enter their village

All through the day and into the night
they sang and danced,
ate and drank,
and told stories

♫ ♫ ♫

And by the end of night,
as the moon gave space to the sun,
the villagers had offered Cedric a home with them,
and Cedric had decided to stay

Together they drank the sacred honey
from the sacred cup,
sang the sacred songs
and played the sacred drums

And in the days that followed
they built him a home,
made of trees and stone,
and filled it with music and love

Dreams became real
and one night a girl with a kalimba
came to Cedric in his dreams
and played for him her song

♫ ♫ ♫

And in the morning
when he walking in the forest,
Cedric met the girl with the kalimba
She played him her song and then he played her his
And then the sky filled with rainbows
and together they returned
to their home

you’re in china, man

You’re in China, man

Where am I?

You’re on the circle line, dude

Where?

In Beijing, man

Beijing?

You’re in China, man

Scott looked around the carriage,
thanked the man,
and got off at the next stop

♫ ♫ ♫

I’m sorry,
I don’t speak Chinese,
said the girl

Do you speak English?

Yes

Where are you from?

Hanoi

Right on
What are you doing here?

Not much
I just got here

Yeah, me too

Then Scott took his guitar out of its case
and began to play,
and people began to gather round
and some began to dance

♫ ♫ ♫

You stop make noise,
said the policewoman

I speak Chinese

Stop making that noise

It’s music, sister

I’m not your sister

At the subatomic level
we’re all brothers and sisters, babe
Would you like to sing?

I only sing at karaoke

Want to try singing
here
and now?

I don’t know that song

I mean
would you like to sing
while I play?
You can just tone if you like

Okay

And so he played
while she sang
the letter “e”

♫ ♫ ♫

Would you like to have a beer with me
after I get off work?

Um,
I’ve never gone out with a cop before

I promise I won’t arrest you

Well, okay

I’ll come back
in about an hour

And she did
and off they went

♫ ♫ ♫

So what happened?

I don’t know, man.
I went outside to make a call,
and the next thing I knew
I woke up on the subway in Beijing
without any money,
and without my passport

How’d you get back?

I walked mostly,
and sometimes I hitched a ride
And I made music
in exchange for food
and a place to sleep

How’d you get across the border?

I played and sang a lullaby
until all the guards on both sides
fell asleep
Then I just walked across

Cool, man

square in nature

Square in nature

Andrei awoke
to the sound of strumming
and realized that he was
inside a guitar

Light shone through the sound hole
and he managed to climb up
and slip through the strings

♫ ♫ ♫

Remembering his mission,
Andrei set off to find out
what was square in nature

Dodging the ants
as best he could,
engaging, occasionally, in battle with them,
he observed the treasures
they carried
to their home:
hexagonal fragments
of honeycomb,
triangular chips,
pentagonal slices of star fruit,
and salt crystals
that were square

♫ ♫ ♫

His mission accomplished,
Andrei got back into the guitar
and waited
until someone came and played

It wasn’t long,
and as the music moved
faster and louder,
Andrei was transported back
to his time and place

a new vibration

A new vibration

One morning
Anh decided to go for a walk
in the mountains
to look for a cave she had heard about
And so she set off
while the birds were singing
hello

♫ ♫ ♫

Into the forest she walked,
and she was greeted by oak and pine,
redwood and zebrawood,
cedar and jacaranda,
and every other
kind of tree

♫ ♫ ♫

After a while she came to a cinnamon grove,
where she lay down
among the leaves
of a cinnamon tree
and soon began
to dream

♫ ♫ ♫

You will only find it
if you don’t really care
whether you find it
or not,
said Cinnamon Dream
This way or that,
yes or no,
rain or shine,
either way is fine

♫ ♫ ♫

Anh awoke
and continued on through the forest
until she came
to a large meadow,
where millions of flowers
of every kind
danced in the wind:
agapantha, marijuanita, protia,
peace flowers, winter flowers, hoa buom

Anh oi

Oi
Hey, you can talk!

Of course
All flowers can talk
Most humans don’t hear us
because one can only hear subtle voices
when the mind is quiet,
when one is fully present
in the moment

Do you have a message for me?

In the mountain over there
something interesting
you might find

Thank you, Flower

You’re welcome

And so Anh walked
slowly
through the meadow
in no hurry
towards the mountain,
pausing
for moments,
sometimes hours,
along the way
to talk with other flowers

♫ ♫ ♫

When she came to the foot
of the mountain,
Anh sat down,
closed her eyes
and began to feel
the mountain’s energy

♫ ♫ ♫

After some time,
and with her eyes still closed,
Anh stood up
and walked along the edge
of the mountain
until she sensed
the mouth of a cave
She opened her eyes
and entered

As her eyes adjusted
to the change in light,
she began to notice drawings
on the walls,
and when she could see
like a cat,
she began to walk
deeper
into the cave,
in a gradual spiral
to the left

♫ ♫ ♫

Now and then Anh paused
to look at a drawing,
and then she moved on
until she came to one
that seemed to be alive
She sat down
on the ground
and looked at it
for awhile

♫ ♫ ♫

A sense of invitation
pulsated through the drawing,
so Anh stepped into the image
and through
to the other side,
where she embraced
a new vibration

moon glasses

Moon glasses

The moon had risen
and owls were singing

To see better
the flow of energy
and the heart of all matter,
Anh put on her moon glasses
and decided to go for a walk

A chorus of frogs, insects, and birds
and few other beings
greeted her as she made her way
through the forest

♫ ♫ ♫

As she walked,
she saw how she was part of the forest,
how she and the forest
were one

Feeling the vibrations
of the trees she passed,
feeling at home,
feeling in tune,
Anh flowed

♫ ♫ ♫

Upon reaching a clearing,
she paused
to watch a group of elephants
dance
to the rhythm of the night

♫ ♫ ♫

Welcome, Anh
Come dance with us,
they called to her

So she joined the elephants
and danced throughout the night with them,
releasing her worries
and absorbing love

♫ ♫ ♫

In the morning
as the elephants showered,
Anh said her goodbyes

No longer in need of glasses
to sense what was real,
she continued
on her way

the forest dwellers

The forest dwellers

It was autumn again
and Andrei set off
for a walk in the forest
to gather magic mushrooms
He knew the forest well,
and it had been his friend for years

♫ ♫ ♫

When by nightfall he had not returned home,
his friends began to worry,
for every year a number of people went into the forest
and never came out again

He’s been taken by the forest,
said some

Perhaps he was eaten by a bear,
said others

The next morning they searched the forest,
from dawn until dusk,
in vain
They found only some shiitake mushrooms,
which they took home and ate

♫ ♫ ♫

Welcome, Andrei,
said one of the forest dwellers

Thank you

Your friends think you got lost,
but we know the truth
Now that you are here

you can never go back
to the way you were

Yes, Mushrooms just enlightened me
Now I know what is real
and what is not

Some of us came here
to the forest
to get away from others,
some in search of a different way
of life,
and some were just out for a walk,
perhaps in search of Mushrooms
And like you,
all of us ate Mushrooms
and decided to stay
in this space
We are vibrating at such a high level
that those who come looking for us
cannot see us
unless we choose to show ourselves

I see

And so Andrei became one of the forest dwellers,
became one with them
and with the forest