Author of quotes: Michael Eisenberg

You live and doing what it should
but some murky shadow
constantly with you,
as unhappy little Ghost.
What is it?
A feeling or an illness?

even the forest quiet lost good name,
and grasshoppers sawing her with a kind of threat.

bear with me the earth
hold my water
they say the soul as a bird
that she loop-the-loop
let him learn then
and while walking idly
not burning with shame,
what we have all agreed.

Here is the smoke - it goes up
then crawling on the ground like moss.
What say you, good people -
what here lies the catch?
Here is a hurricane builds up speed -
go tell him: wait.
Here, for example, the same person
with its vague kindness.