Day 2120, another view from my window.

The dark air stayed behind

when I closed the door

of the kitchen that already smelled

like the meal I will make


I opened the door

to the living room where the sun

still lit

a warmth that slowly left

cold glass

the earth turns


I stared at it

the colors that are left

without feeling

the motion


the smell from the kitchen

lured me away

I can soon sit down

and rest



Day 2108, from my window 6.

Like a branch that finds its way

going where the sun is

in the evening

in de morning



only the sun

the light


makes sense

looking down


to your branch

a past

your reason

a truth

a reach

for light

Day 2106, from my window 4.

The sun sets around four here in Trondheim, and I could take this picture because I have a vacation and was sitting on my couch.

“When one loses the deep intimate relationship with nature, then temples, mosques and churches become important.”

Jiddu Krishnamurti

Day 2105, from my window 3.

I drive past the tree if I go to work, I drive past the red shed if I want to go to the city.

“Tradition becomes our security, and when the mind is secure it is in decay”.

Jiddu Krishnamurti



Day 1857, again.

The tracks from last year

in the field where I sowed

are still there


I would be stupid

not to follow them


this year

Day 1832, down stream.

Full of energy I streamed down to a sea, driven by a need to go.

Halfway my journey, a cold eastern wind sung and gripped me, it took away the light and open sky, a barrier was composed, and a part of me conducted and stayed behind.

That part of me is for always lost, and will collapse the further I move away.

Some of it will follow me, eventually, but I will never know, when I will meet it again.

Day 1489, leave.

Day 1489.jpg


at the end

she whirled

to a welcoming



in a quiet


her life

moved away


at the end

of this winter

a thought

and her cage

where left




Day 1485, I’m driving.

Day 1485.jpg

The mountains

I see

around the corner

are far away

but pull on me


the peaks


in yesterday’s snow


the unbeaten paths

I long for




a dream

warns me

to watch the road

I’m driving

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