I don’t know if I support you all
or that you support me
ether way
we are all where we are
supposed to be
Day 3295, ether way.
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Day 3294, sometimes.
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Sometimes I get the urge
to turn it
and see what happens
Day 3293, a single piece.
Daily picture, Poetry
The spiral stairs you take
up or down
is made of a thousand
individual pieces
and though you put it there
you haven’t made a single piece
of it
Day 3292, more light.
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I have the feeling that between the light side
and the dark side
there is more light
but maybe I am wrong
I just don’t remember
that it was dark in between
and that is something you normally do remember
Day 3291, Second question.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Twilight of the Idols
Epigrams and Arrows
38 Are you genuine, or just an actor? A representative? Or the very thing that’s represented? In the end you may simply be an imitation of an actor . . . Second question of conscience.
Day 3290, out of bed.
Daily picture, Poetry
My whole house started tilting
but I didn’t roll out of bed
it wasn’t a dream
my eyes were open
staring at a ceiling
disorientated
the tilt went on
the other way
the remedy I knew
if this needed healing
was to get up
and so I did
Day 3289, stop.
Daily picture, Poetry
Out of necessity our houses are square boxes
it reflects the corners where our thoughts stop
if only we had round houses
Day 3288, open mind.
Daily picture, Poetry
They say fresh air is good for the mind
it removes the dust settled on your thoughts
you can see again how it once shone
and recognize
where you once were
but do make sure
you know your fresh air
that it is not coming from another
inside
but an open mind
Day 3287, first step.
Daily picture, Poetry
Even though the door you stand for
is held up by heavy hinges
you are afraid
you can’t open it
if only the door had a window
so you know
your first steps can be taken
safely
so your choice
can slowly surround you
Day 3286, forgotten angles.
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Your roots grow into your crown
the life you wear so proudly
or not
but when you reflect
the shadows on a white wall
all the roads you have traveled
the dead ends with their views
you can only hope
there are no windows
from dark rooms
reflecting angles
you forgot
Day 3285, Is there only.
Daily picture, Poetry
Consciousness
one of those words that gets a meaning
when spoken in a sentence
I am conscious of that
Is there only consciousness
when in relation to something else?
Day 3284, single act.
Daily picture, Quotes
Friedrich Nietzsche
Human, All Too Human
The Wanderer and His Shadow
39 Origin of rights. – Rights can in the first instance be traced back to tradition, tradition to some agreement. At some time in the past men were mutually content with the consequences of the agreement they had come to, and at the same time too indolent formally to renew it; thus they lived on as though it were continually being renewed and, as forgetfulness spread its veil over its origin, gradually came to believe they were in possession of a sacred, immutable state of affairs upon which every generation had to continue to build. Tradition was now a compulsion, even when it no longer served the purpose for which the agreement had originally been concluded. – The weak have at all times found here their sure stronghold: they tend to regard that single act of agreement, that single act of grace, as valid eternally
Day 3283, that we feel.
Daily picture, Poetry
I feel like I walk in nature
between these old
abandoned buildings
is the absence of people
the cause
that we feel nature
Day 3282, an uplifting speech.
Daily picture, Poetry
Your life might be monotonous
and it probably is
but in a quiet moment
looking over it
you might still see some slight
changes
of a grayish white hue
Day 3281, signs.
Daily picture, Poetry
Some signs say it all
otherwise some translation might help
Day 3280, I am.
Daily picture, Poetry
I am thinking about a future
about problems not arrived
about my imagination
that has
maybe it’s all that’s old lying around
reminders of my memory
how to forget
and not
I am thinking
Nochrisis 