the author takes you through his struggle for consciousness, through passages and rites.He is in transit, in between stages of late life.There is no guru for him, he has to find his own way. He doesn't suffer fools easily, so he also questions himself again and again. He asks for a humble nakedness, and he states that mirrors cannot tell truth. there is never one truth but the one we can see. Quote: ""The most neglected dimension of the divine is the Eros,"" John O'Donohue. Without imagination we should be poor, and we were born naked but not poor.

The author walked through frustration and confusion, through joy and pain.In his poetic view he tries to find back to essence. Sitting down and leaving the noise inside and the Babel outside he finds words walking out to fly. Again he sits back, a child watching a balloon in the air. Nobody knows how and where it will reach ground.

These poems are moments of stillness, breath and blood, solitude and memory mixing feeling and thought, they are love poems and they are not. They are also poems on separation, longing and flight. Sometimes they touch the edge of the void which is so incomprehensible to the human mind.

Mantras in the Desert, love poems, the author hates the need to write, he feels he had to, distance in space and time too hard, mind and heart overflowing, a man growing and ageing, loneliness and solitude, joy and suffering, touching and withdrawing, deepening love and an approach to understand, falling down and standing up, finding roots and trying escape,a slow and painful experience of his own insufficiency and impatience, a surprising woman, a human deeply related to his own soul, both filled with fear and courage, independent spirits, dreams and restless nights, a walk through several seasons, not enough time to come to a rest, the end is open, there is no end. love, kindness, persistence, hope and a longing to be at home, old sadness leaving, stones to clear in the fields, a garden to be cared for, a fire to be warm.

Poetry. The author is a medical doctor with a past in the Uk and in Uganda. He has worked for many years as a GP in a rural area in the South of Germany. In these poems he tries to find out of days, nights, suffering and routine. Poems, he says, are the creation of another experience.