Incessant noise,
Gurgling , rippling -
hurry it pulls the water
down to the sea -
where the wedding
will be with other rivers -
where its power
will be tremendous,
when the wind - the wisler -
the water masses incessantly
lash against the beaches .
 
Light strumming
of small stones
at the bottom of the water,
the sediment,
the maelstrom,
moves slowly,
imperceptibly changing,
across the shallow
soft shapes,
undermined further out,
incessantly,
no silence,
no standing,
always in motion,
ever
the same river
 
Summer and Winter
full of wonderful wet,
never the same,
every moment new,
pulls it over,
the Many and the One .
 
In the flow of water,
in the flow of time,
is life,
only barely perceptible -
with open eyes
we look
by the silver-green
mirror-like shine .
 
Down in the dark waters
are full of life,
for us
a closed world .
The predominant impact of the fins
by pulling them their world,
no rapids too fast,
not a waterfall too high.
 
Here they play their game -
which we call love,
that old game
of life and death.
 
We speak of infinite love -
not aware of their own mortality,
place them their fruit among the stones -
at the base.
 
Very peaceful holding of the death catchment,
where was still living,
Death and river -
all one,
steady come and gone.
time -
what is time?
 
And yet,
it is already growing new life
while the old man dies.
Present and past,
everything is one -
everything flows.
 
A first crack
in the small round cover,
there is a second,
everywhere, as far as the eye can see,
new young life.
 
Tiny ,
it escapes from the security of the cave -
so young it is already an end in itself -
without guess it.
 
Soon the food ranges
for the many is not sufficient,
together it pulls them down the river .
They know their way
no one has said it .
 
There is a drive, flow , swim,
everyone knows the goal -
and have it immediately forgotten.
Unstoppable,
hardly make a break,
prefers, she,
there where all the water collects .
 
Passing Moder water,
Propellers and muffled engine noise
out
the open sea.
Here in the boundless freedom
they expected a richly laid table -
but also knows this paradise
the eating and being eaten .
Prudence and care,
secure life.
 
Here the big mouth ,
where the close-knit network of the cutter ,
danger lurks everywhere .
And yet,
it is a place to grow.
 
In the bright water
swim bizarre floes of ice -
white blue green sparkles the water,
in the beam of the sun.
Silver Arrows their orbits .
without sorow to live a dream -
there is a change -
there is no longer here the right place -
there is a sign that no one sees -
suddenly it is there -
memory,
the knowledge of the roots ,
it returns a longing,
it is a tremor through the swarm .
 
The Great Journey
starts all over again .
All drives it back,
an inexplicable desire
in the direction homeland,
as never before experienced .
 
Go up the river up,
Waterfall what do you want me?
They taste their goal
yes here, this is the right way.
 
Incessant noise,
Gurgling , rippling -
hurry it pulls the water
down to the sea -
where the wedding
will be with other rivers -
where its power
will be tremendous,
when the wind - the wisler -
the water masses incessantly
lash against the beaches .
 
Light strumming
of small stones
at the bottom of the water,
the sediment,
the maelstrom,
moves slowly,
imperceptibly changing,
across the shallow
soft shapes,
undermined further out,
incessantly,
no silence,
no standing,
always in motion,
ever
the same river
 
Summer and Winter
full of wonderful wet ,
never the same,
every moment new,
pulls it over,
the Many and the One .
 
In the flow of water,
in the flow of time,
is life,
only barely perceptible -
with open eyes
we look
by the silver-green
mirror-like shine .
 
Down in the dark waters
are full of life
for us
a closed world .
The predominant impact of the fins
by pulling them their world
no rapids too fast
not a waterfall too high.
 
Here they play their game -
which we call love,
that old game
of life and death.
 
We speak of infinite love -
not aware of their own mortality,
place them their fruit among the stones -
at the base.
 
Very peaceful holding of the death catchment
where was still living,
Death and river -
all one,
steady come and gone.
time -
what is time?
 
Gerd J. Wunderer