On Invisible Paths. In Poetics Corner

On Invisible Paths
In Poetics Corner XXXI, the spiritual becomes an artful place of power.


This edition of the Poetik-Ecke is a light, delicate throw into the open, a plea for life, for its secrets and interstices and above all: for beauty away from the glitz. Uta and Joachim Galuska shape soul poems and at the same time they shape places of power. Don't we need that in these times? And yet it is art. That is what gives these texts their freedom, and that is precisely what is conveyed when reading them. This time, thank God, there is almost no talk of politics. But strictly speaking, these poems are political like nothing else. A bit like Novalis.

by Joachim Galuska, Uta Galuska

[This collection posted on 11/5/2024 is translated from the German on the Internet, https://www.manova.news/artikel/auf-unsichtbaren-pfaden.]


Open

Open like a leaf on a tree
Connected to the elements
inside and out

I take it all in
I am floating
Transforming

I am dancing
And glowing in new colors

And in the visibility

I experience myself

Over and over again
Openly floating

(by Joachim Galuska)


When illusions burst,
identifications dissolve,
constructions crumble,
and what seemingly remains fades away,

I am naked
without me
A breath of wind blows
Light floods
the openness
It does not clothe me
and gives me no support
and no meaning,
but boundless freedom
and a hint of beauty.

(by Joachim Galuska)


Life itself is the meaning,
but we cannot know it.

It is in the midst of life,
but we cannot find it.

Perhaps it will find us,
when we surrender to life,
when we find peace in our hearts
and when we die – to life.

(by Joachim Galuska)


Spheres of Time
Furrowed by technology
We stride in the grooves of the earth
Fear-filled the furrows
Who dares original depths?

Through and
Behind valleys of tears

To a breathing heart

Who walks deeply moved?
You, earth harmony,
You, smiling love,
You, living life,
We meet inspired.

(by Uta Galuska)


There is always something else
I always have something on my mind
I am always busy
I always find no rest

Something always happens
Someone always wants something from me
I am always disturbed

I always feel not quite alive
I always doubt
I always don't get ahead
Not always, not always

Not right now
Now I live

(by Joachim Galuska)


Resistance

I am defensive,
sometimes hard, so that it bounces off,
sometimes pliable, so that I throw it back.

Sometimes it knocks me down.
I then get up
and am outraged
and strike back
and fight.

I try to rest
and pause
and observe
and reflect.

And sometimes I can laugh,
at the world
and about myself
and smile – to you

(by Joachim Galuska)


In a bright depth

I find myself
after being thrown into darkness.
I find myself
held, secure, loved
in the bright depth
of your soul.

(by Uta Galuska)


Drop on an invisible path,
now become a messenger and medium for me
instead of the media octopus.

In your mirror light
I will be sunny
and in your magnification
find natural veins like paths,
born of root currents.

In your coolness
I will be refreshed
and in your connectedness
find uniqueness like beauty,
unfolding in touch.

Drop, I recognize you.
You are also a flower at the gate of my waking day
and a shell on the bottom of my tides,

you are also a sun star on a gentle current
and a glow in the eyes that love me so.

And I recognize myself
on the invisible path of my own heart.

(by Uta Galuska)


And when I go through the gates,

I lose myself.
Gates pass by
emptiness spreads
an in-between space
or a flowing
and in the middle of it myself.

Who am I?
The gates, the emptiness, the space, the flowing?
Who was I?
Who will I be?
0 I don't know.

(by Joachim Galuska)


War is only somewhere else?

Coldly the breath blows
through my thin clothing,
propaganda wants to
break my peace.

Skin and resistance,
I shiver.
Through every pore
my living language reaches:
love.

And my peace is
connected to the world.

(by Uta Galuska)


Who knows

when the in-between begins,
when we cut the cord that binds us to our origins
and enter into life?

Who knows
what happens in the transition,
in the midst of the no-longer and not-yet?

Birth is a process.
Being born is a process.
Giving birth to oneself is a process.

This forward movement can be experienced
in the deep currents of aliveness.

I am riverbed and stream at the same time,
I am embedded and flowing
as an expression of evolution.

Transitions, membranes, the emptiness
of no-longer and not-yet,
in the in-between of everything
lies an essential secret.

In the in-between, it is like standing before the source
of creativity.
In the in-between, everything is connected.
I play in it.
I am the invisibility in it
and yet completely appearance.

And here, in exactly this in-between,
I feel familiar,
I find that inspiration
that attaches itself to things
as soon as I touch them,
and through this inspired connection I experience
the infinite and eternal openness
for giving and receiving thanks.

(by Uta Galuska)