Restoration of Brottsjø 11

., Boat building

Our smith has made a new part for the steering system. Chains from the steering wheel control this arm that is connected to the rudder, it was originally made by a smith so we used the same techniques to copy the old one.

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Day 1072, still water.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Sudden strong wind coming from the other shore form ripples on still water.

The sun has reached its highest point and is descending scattered in reflecting water.

From the bright light of midday, through the long shadows, it ends in dark red reflection on calmed water.

Nochrisis

Restoration of Brottsjø 10

., Boat building

This week we started making the first new parts for Brottsjø and the sun is also back, what more do you want.

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Day 1071, unanswered question.

Day's pictures, Poetry

At night, dark moods like figures wake

to pull me in, it’s silent, I fall, overcome.

Reality dances, holds close my delirium, makes me feel the chorus.

My eyes open and close to fall and wake together engulfing.

The pull overwhelms, getting stronger, the darkness dark.

My eyes open, awake, an echo drags shadows, my being afraid.

What is it that just haunted? Asks my wakening mind.

An abstract creation or a representation of nothing…ness?

Nochrisis

Restoration of Brottsjø 9

., Boat building

We started working again on Brottsjø this week.

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Day 1070, lifeless structures.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Abandoned, lifeless structures

strewn around with idle hope

weathered and quiet, half overgrown

forgotten at the end

together with the dust and silent life’s

Nochrisis

Introspection

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Restoration of Brottsjø 8

Boat building

Because we don’t have enough boat builders work goes slowly on board Brottsjø but, we started working with the electric systems and Kazimierz the mechanic is organizing and planning his work.

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Day 1069, once upon a time.

Day's pictures, Poetry

When there was nothing, not even time.

Two dimensions touched, caught in each other’s eye.

A first quantity quivered, and time waved out

pulling with it all that would exist.

Nochrisis

Day 1068, Symmetry.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Symmetry in attention and intent.

Symmetry in movement and intent.

The curse of dualism’s delusion

Is our dance not guided by the rhythm?

Is life not a drift with a rudderless helm?

Nochrisis

Day 1067, reflection.

Day's pictures, Poetry

The mirror points in two directions.

It reflects me, my outside a stranger to me.

It lets me reflect, what I, think I see.

So, what is reflected?

Am I my own imitation?

Nochrisis

Day 1066, sick world.

Day's pictures, Poetry

It’s burning outside, in my world.

It’s the hate you see, in my world.

The absence of mirrors, reflection.

The believe in a father, party, or lord.

A promise that steels, seduces your conscience.

Reduces the other, your neighbor, to foe.

“They have to be wrong why else do they question”.

Your right is not standing well on its own.

It’s saddens to know that people still hate.

And have not learned from the mistakes that are made.

It’s burning outside, in the world that I see.

It’s the hate you see, in the world that I see.

Nochrisis

Day 1065, silicon stone.

Day's pictures, Poetry

We opened our eyes one morning and looked down on nature.

A first tool we gathered, the stone to break, a hand we guided.

We looked up, that evening, at millions of stars to wonder.

We became our own master, ruler of the world.

We now can fly, go faster and destroy it all.

Have the knowledge, ever imagined, in our hands,

to give that back, one morning, to a silicon stone.

The stone that breaks

And frees us all.

Nochrisis

Day 1064, drain.

Day's pictures, Poetry

A compressed mood.

A smile, it goes well, meanwhile

drained, by life, it almost spills, over the edge

it tries to spoil, like a faint memory, a faraway drip

It’s there but not, I will feel fine

I am fine, the burden drains.

Day 1063, a wall.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Change, a white wall, with a door.

A sign, something written, a mark

deteriorated, for ages, illegible.

A warning, description, a guide?

Will you do, a next step, be afraid?

Not knowing, immobilized,

or unabashed, and open, forget.

Are you afraid of the unknown

or afraid of standing still?

Nochrisis

Day 1062, wonderland.

Day's pictures, Poetry

We clear the atmosphere

and set course to other worlds

our long sleep last ages

but for us, it’s just one dream

from our bridge, we see the new world

when we wake up from our sleep

It’s blue from up here

when closer, land does appear

we set down and wander out

just the two of us

all alone in this new land with an apple tree

Nochrisis