Day 965, a 1000 intentions.
A home with old doors
opened for a 1000 intentions
but still more without.
Day 964, framed.
Early morning light
is framed by a closed window
reflecting my mind.
Day 963, locked.
For nothing locked in
this cages roof reaches the sky
a door disappeared.
Day 962, silent.
A long walk with mist
on the fields it is silent
with the sun’s last shine.
Day 961, hidden.
Sometimes the shadow
hidden in this monochrome
obscures the light switch.
Day 960, still missing.
Sliding down towards
the place you escaped, the past
still missing restraints.
Day 959, observe.
You perceive, observe
the other – object – adverse
it was my intent.
Day 958, clue.
A daily clue that
thoughts are like our oldest needs
and our mask might break.
Day 957, attitude.
Our reality
Actual or attitude
Or non-existent.
Day 956, close inspection.
At close inspection
the question stays unanswered
what is this all here.
Day 955, drifting.
Thoughts drifting away
frozen time guided by tides
willful illusions.
Day 954, grey.
At low tide, birds feed
and the air and light is grey
time stands still and goes.
Day 953, boundaries.
