Day 2235, we are all.
Day's pictures, PoetryPoetry
Day 2234, marbles.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Afraid of the dark
we embark in imaginary
boundaries
Observations: there are countless political, religious and cultural views. Most people have their own distinctive views on these matters. Most people have more believe than doubt in their own views resulting in these countless different opinions or certainties.
Day 2232, beacon.
Day's pictures, Poetry
An ancient island
forged by rock from the deep
black in a sea of light
~
a slow erosion is the only thing
that moves
~
at some point
a beacon appears
longing for solid ground
void of distractions
~
the loneliness at last
demands a purpose
to help others
lost in the light
the endless sea
to find their way
from danger
Day 2231, barriers.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The barrier
that hides our inner worlds
a world we share
even recognize
if we could look over
these barriers
Nochrisis
Most people are not even aware of their need to conform. They live under the illusion that they follow their own ideas and inclinations, that they are individualists, that they have arrived at their opinions as the result of their own thinking—and that it just happens that their ideas are the same as those of the majority.
Erich Fromm, The art of loving
Day 2229, all to human.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I guess we have to hold on to something
It might as well be the last thing you said
Day 2227, drifting away.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Some continents are slowly drifting apart
meeting each other again at the end
on the other side
eventually
~
we often forget the other side of our disagreements
a side where we all started
the side where your opinion was at most a seed
a side where we were still
nothing
but a new day
each day
~
Do you remember those days?
Day 2226, air.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Compressed air
is what our mind does with time
~
we all know what it is to feel the hurry
the tension between now and nowhere
we feel it escape
too fast
~
maybe that’s the point
~
do you dare to just let it all go
and see what no time feels like
Day 2225, distractions.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Some doors are easily opened
but when you get distracted
by what is hanging around it
you doubt if you even want to go
afraid for what you meet
inside
Day 2224, tracks.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Collected parts of the tracks I made
look closely
you can still find them
attached to me
~
erosion has erased that past
my imprints are gone
washed away by the endless cycle
or will always be unknown
to whoever will stumble
upon
Day 2221, lesson number 5.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The horizon you see
has reflections
in the blue skies
and deep oceans
Day 2219, lesson number 3.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You might find a lot of loose screws
but if you still find them
you haven’t fallen apart
Day 2217, lesson number 1.
Day's pictures, My thoughts, Poetry
In a darkened place
a door to is hard to find
Day 2216, footprints.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A walk on the beach
where the retreating water erased
the old footprints
~
I will make new ones
but I am not sad about it
that also these will be gone
tomorrow
Day 2214, nailed.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I nailed myself to the wall
with my stubborn head
~
I am stuck here
unbalanced
as if that matters
when you’re stuck
Day 2213, scales in my mind.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Today it was cold outside for some
and to warm for others
~
funny how these numbers
these scales
gradations
divisions
mean anything
besides the empty numbers
conventions
agreements
Day 2212, up.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Nochrisis 