Narnia

I'm looking for the door

My mind longing to explore

I'm pushing it wide open

Hoping to find the beauty

Of mysteries unspoken,

A story of unbroken glory

A true tale of ancient told

New worlds waiting to unfold

Past bushes and branches

Casting first curious glances

Snowflakes dance the waltz

By the warm light of a lamppost

Which stands there beckoning

Like a tall welcoming host

So, enchanted, I make my way

Through the snow-laden trees

Then valleys, rivers and hills

My soul spills over with joy

When one day I wake to see

In the distance, like little toys

The shapes of other seekers

Like pilgrims heading for

The sound of the mighty roar

And though the Lion is not tame

We'll hide our weary hearts

In the Lion's golden mane.

Uhrzeit

Ich möchte Momentaufnahmen von ganzen Tagen in Fotoalben lagern wie edle Weine in einem kühlen Keller. Ich möchte verzückende Augenblicke in tausend glückliche Stücke spalten um sie länger zu erhalten. Ich möchte die Zeit anhalten. Ich möchte aus flüchtig-sehnsüchtigen Gedanken mentale Monumente bauen; möchte Erlebnisse von Miniatur-Weltwunder-Grösse mit Ewigkeits-Zement untermauern. Ich möchte einzelne Erinnerungen ewig einfrieren und sie immer wieder auftauen um daraus neues zu kreieren und altes zu verdauen. Ich möchte die Zeit anhalten. Ich möchte Sekunden in Stunden und Tage ausdehnen und auskosten bis aus Kostengründen Uhrenmacher auf Minuten- und Stundenzeiger in Uhren verzichten, und Zeitungen immer nur noch von der selben Sekunde berichten. Ich möchte ganze Jahreszeiten und Zeitalter ohne Halt und ohne Umsteigen in einem Atemzug verbringen; möchte in Slow-Motion Zeitzonen durchdringen und durch schwarze Löcher in Zeitlöcher springen. Ich möchte das Jetzt in einem nie endenden Netz einfangen und es ein Leben lang bändigen um es für meine eigenen Zwecke einzuspannen. Ich möchte die Zeit zähmen; möchte demokratisch selbst meine Uhrzeit wählen. Ich möchte die Zeit anhalten...Ich kann sie nicht halten; weder mit den Armen eines Geliebten noch mit der Kraft eines Gebieters. Ich könnte sie in allen Farben der Melancholie bemalen und als Kunstwerk einrahmen, um sie dann an Sonntagen im Museum zu bestaunen; mich machtlos der Zeit ergeben, das Ableben des Moments bekanntgeben und mir selbst wundenleckend mein Beileid bekunden. Ich möchte die Zeit anhalten, aber ich kann sie prägen. In die alten Balken der Zeit meinen eigenen Namen einsägen und ich kann diesen Moment so leben, so gestalten dass es morgen einen Grund gibt...die Zeit anzuhalten

Calling Out

Music and lyrics by Matt Linder and Danny Suter

This is my stop, my destination

Getting out the bus with the sensation

That I'm out of options, used up my ration

Story of my life

Sit on my bed, look at the ceiling

Feeling dryed up, I get the feeling

That my cup is empty, I need a refill

Story of my life

Breathe in and

Breathe out

On my knees

No way out

Need to say

Need to shout

I'm calling out

Calling out

Everybody's calling out

Hoping somebody hears you

Calling out

I need you there

If you really care

ein tag zu zweit

wir ziehen

durch städte und wälder

gleitend

in einem käfig bester klasse

wir fliegen

nach paris, l'amour

sehend

durch ein fenster

wir kämpfen

mit wind und wasser

treibend

auf einer blauen wiese

wir schweben

zwischen himmel und wasser

gehend

auf tausend bäumen

wir reisen

durch raum und zeit

erinnernd

mit büchern und herzen

wir entdecken

neue schönheit

wandernd

mit deiner hand in meiner

wir geniessen

kerzen, ruhe, wärme

schlemmend

kleine köstlichkeiten

wir bedenken

zentrum, ursprung, ende

dankend

mit brot und wein

wir bestaunen

alte steine, grosse weite

seufzend

im licht des mondes

wir duellieren

gegner und geliebte

lachend

mit insekten bewaffnet

wir träumen

mit geschlossenen augen

küssend

im gang bei der tür

gute nacht

aufwiedersehen

ich liebe dich

the beggar's poem

like a beggar dressed in filthy rags

dirty and tired from the dusty road

opening these mighty golden doors

remember when i called this home

keep my eyes down as i stumble on

blinded by the beauty of this place

my memories come crashing down

the weight of the world on my back

i'm crying and falling on my knees

slowly lowly singing a broken song

my eyes still down i sense you close

i know you have been near all along

but you don't reject me and instead

you're reaching out to lift my head

torn and shattered on the ground

what was lost ha now been found

psalm

please part the clouds

come, part the seas

please calm the waves

come, mighty shout

disperse my enemies

please keep my soul

secure in thee

please bring me down

on bended knees

come, break through

please speak to me

time to change.

video music and lyrics by nadine furer (and band). lyrics co-written by daniel suter

stop rushing you make me
wonder if you can not see
that you're just moving
and running and living
restlessly
you've got something to do
and always somewhere to be

time is passing
you feel like
you have to catch up
everybody's running
tryin' to make it to the top

you are chasing
after something
what are you achieving?
life is slipping through your fingers
are you really moving?
don't you need time to change
time to rearrange

i know I need time to change

music (22.5.10)

there's an orchestra inside

playing the music of my heart that i can't hide

the rhythm section keeps beating it into my head

the wind section bursts out shouting it loud

the brass section bellows and brags about it

the strings sweep the words over me with bows

there's a big band playing in my heart

there's a swing band swaying in my waist

there's a choir singing in my soul

there's a marching band marching through my mind

they all play, in variation, the same melody

it is a piece, a song, a composition just for you and me,

it is a truthful tune, and it is beautiful,

and if i could translate music into words

i'm sure the words would be: i love you.

song in construction

i'm not the same

my life you've changed

i'm rearranged

now.

my life's sold out

hear my heart's shout

it's all about

you.

masterpiece

the stars are like poems on god's beauty,

the nocturn sky a dark blue painting of his vastness.

the hills, the trees are sculptures of his creativity

and as the wind like breath of god

chills my skin and warms my heart,

i raise my eyes to see a shooting star -

god's awe inspiring poetry in motion.

then i look at you: his workmanship,

his masterpiece, his crowning work of art...

i see the radiant sun blazing inside of you.

i see the fire burning in your maroon eyes,

sparkling like a thousand shooting stars

and i see the movement in your hair.

your tresses flowing like ballroom dresses

over a dancefloor, dancing like ocean waves

and then...your lips curl into a smile.

the smile erupts in laughter,

bathing the whole world in it's warm light.

i can't help but stand here and delight

in this wonderful sight...of you.

pilgrim's poem

we wander and we wonder

are you beyond my reach?

are you within my grasp?

how can you dwell in me

when you're so vast?

we search and we stroll

are you in control of all?

do you draw the signposts

on my street or do i mark

them as i make my way?

we travel and we marvel

i walk. i wonder. i walk.

28.4.09

it seems love has many faces

can be found in different places

longing for joy and laughter

something that is softer

long for an embrace

someone i can love face to face

but over my emotions

i choose to live devotion

setting my eyes on the unseen

my distorted eyes, my heart wash clean

give me strength to make it through

i look to you

my invisible you

the tale of sam sailor

there once was a man named sam sailor. sam lived on his ferry, which served to cross the river form one side to another. the ferry was attached to a wire rope stretched across the river and crossed the broad river purely by the force of the current. one day the rope broke and sam sailor drifted away. he drifted and drifted uncontrollably on his little ferry until he got the the sea. but it was not a nice sea, full of fish, dancing waves and underwater life, but a dark and dull sea with no fish in it and no boats on it that ever crossed by. so sam waited for the people of his town to come and rescue their ferryman. he waited days, weeks and months yet nobody came. and sam sailor floated on the sea for a year. and sam sailor floated on the sea for decades. he floated and floated on his ferry until he forgot who he was.

and because we are afraid of being hurt, we cut the wire ropes that attach us to our community and to other people. we retreat so deeply into ourselves that we forget the way back to the surface. instead, we drift and float along on our couches like a ferryman drifting aimlessly on the vast seas, without ever truly connecting to others.

today i am out of my mind

what was i doing in there anyway?

sacred seed

i'm chasing rainbows, everyone elbows

like a busy stream that constantly flows

restlessly racing down a thousand roads

where nobody sees and nobody knows

i seem to oversee you in every scene

open my eyes and teach me how to see

oh i need to stop thinking about me

but in the middle of this busy street

in secret dwells a single sacred seed

i know you've been thinking about me

can i bring you this simple melody?

this is my prayer and this is my plea

oh won't you empty me so i can be

in this place here, only you and me

The Father And The Son

See there?

He's standing

His arms open

The father

Waiting

For the son

Though is heart

Has been broken

His arms are

Wide open

Stretched out

In longing

Waiting about

And he'll wait

Through a thousand

Splendid suns

And a thousand

Stormy nights

Every single day

Until the lost

May be found

The beloved

May come round

The father's arms

A second chance

He's saying

Come, son

Come...

Standing there

His arms bare

And open wide

As to invite

The whole world

The father

Expecting

The return of the son

Will you come?

In The End

I'm not ready
My breath fast
Unsteady
Ten thousand thoughts
My mind explodes
Sheol my abode
Truly deserved
Can't change the past
- despicable theft
Few moments left
But not him
Nailed to my side
Pure as a bride
If it is true
Then he can undo...
One brief look
Into his eyes
My universe collides
- I see paradise

The Sentence

With eyes as hard
As the rocks in their hands
They drag her before him
Shee looks like a wreck
With clothes torn apart
Her sight is blurry
Broken her heart
Death is their sentence
Will he be just?
He doesn't say a thing
Stoops down
Writes in the dust
Louder they cry
What will he say?
He stands up
She's trembling with fear
He opens his mouth
The words comming out
Strike them like thunder
One by one
Making a dump sound
Rocks drop to the ground
He looks at her
With love in his eyes
His words give life
She leaves
And now she lives

word of god speak

(a desert song.)

will you plant your very will

in this rough and rocky desert

and calm the whirling winds

in my anxious agitated heart

will you pour down your water

upon this thirsty barren land

and whisper words of wisdom

to this bruised and broken soul

will you rain down your truth

on this dry and dusty ground

and undo the knots and blots

in my weary and loaded mind

Isaiah 35 & Isaiah 41...