When I drifted away, many years ago, I got the feeling that I got stuck, maybe halve way. I don’t know why I thought that, knowing that I was going, without aim. I guess everything makes you feel stuck if you go to nowhere.
Day 1980, stuck.
Day 1979, sail.
It looks, that what I hold in front of me, is a shield. But I can tell you, that it works like a sail, a sail that helps me to smoothen the passage over rough tidying’s. leaning against time and its companions makes you stiff and will, at the end, break you, like the tree that never learned to give.
Day 1911, radius.
It feels like I am going in circles
but maybe I am not even half way
Day 1902, what!
Do we branch out from one root
in the world of idea’s
or does it all lead to one root
Day 1842, tool.
At work
I have more tools to cut
trim or straighten
all the access I encounter
then I have in my life
~
how strange.
Day 1841, reaching to far.
If you start building
make sure you have everything nearby
otherwise you might fall over
when you have to reach far
Day 1268, tools.
The tools
of a thinker
a window to look
from under
a sunshade
for the harsh
light
Day 1263, ancient.
I see
an ancient landscape
where my roots are
detached forever
and my mind
an artificial
line
Day 1258, fading out.
When the wind is over the horizon
and the evening calms
the dark sea reflects
~
your thoughts fall
in silence
with nothing
Day 1252, web.
Still
face down
arms and legs spread out
touching the air
close to the ground
~
silence
the world is not
Here?
Day 1247, long arc.
Roads can turn
on a long arc
but hardly ever
reach the opposite
direction
Nochrisis
Day 1246, draft.
Looking on your own
self
portrait
mystery
Nochrisis
Day 1243, on the run.
Peaceful
resting
on the run
between trees
that hide
the sun
Nochrisis
Day 1242, turning.
The sun disappeared
and the memory of her
paints a beautiful picture
Nochrisis
