Day 1503, elegant end.
An elegant line
flows
out of discarded
life
~
it’s roots disappeared
in the distance
~
it’s end
joins
that fate
Day 1300, silent.
Death
hangs down
its silent
body
~
waiting
for an other
end
Day 1213, feel.
From soil
in the shadows
we grow
up
and some
feel the light
of dreams
Nochrisis
Day 1209, deep.
In my sleep
I sometimes
wonder
deep
in old forests
among the lizards
and wizards
Nochrisis
Day 1173, an audience.
From a little seed
moved
in welcome soil
natures past
plays here rimes
to grow up
in poetic forms
to invite
an audience
to sow
a new seed
and give it back
your soul
Nochrisis
Day 869, time.
Young ninety years back
pastel grey given by time
waiting finally.
Day 862, absorbed.
Waiting for the ground
absorbing time, decisions
and giving it back.
Day 832, noise.
Thousands of synapses inspiring in you.
The noise drowning out your iridescent path.
Drenched by the weight you reach out your mind,
to see a perspective in calm and silence.
Day 831, waking.
A youngling opens up,
to a world in riddles.
Day 770, take a chance.
