Day 1349, no luster.
Modern worship
is transparent
like a tree
in winter
~
you can see
the heavens
but
the luster
of summer
and green shade
is gone
Day 1343, stare.
Someone’s friend
can look at me
sometimes
as if
I
am there
but not there
Day 1342, more forgotten.
A roof
the least appreciated
of what our ancestor
invented
~
more forgotten
then what came
from under its protection
~
culture
politics
~
maybe
looking at the stars
is not that bad
Day 1337, digesting.
At this table
my thoughts
rest
~
only silhouettes
dine with me
Day 1333, tel me.
I see several layers
when you paint
me
your picture
~
but why did you stop
Day 1326, crossings.
Hope
a glowing bridge
we
create
from the dark parts
in our mind
to
the next day
Day 1325, flames.
Even the sun
can
get out of bed
on the wrong
side
Day 1324, forest.
I turned
and a dark forest
arose
from where I was
before
~
lost
~
though
soon
the familiar
sound
that brings
you down
brings you back
to the light
like a stream
to the sea
Day 1323, a thin layer.
Dry air
rain
sunshine
time
attachment
weakens
relation
lost
colours
fall
down
drying out
Day 1322, open.
The only thing I
sometimes
see
is the wheel
to open
the floodgates
Day 1319, out to dry.
I had this thought
once
the ink was still wet
when I hung it
outside
to
dry
but the wind changed
and it flew away
Day 1316, holes.
It looks like
there are
perfect holes
in our logic
~
you can
if you want
measure
where they are
Day 1314, where I.
The parts
where the sun
doesn’t shine
where I
like
to be
looking at the outlines
of the forms
of our live’s
Day 1312, remembrance.
When we erect
with remembrance
colorful scaffolding
~
we can already see
the shape
of what we wish
Day 1307, salted rain.
3 colorful pillars
have lost
their shine
~
stuck
in a corner
no longer bearing
heavens
~
