Think of a stone floor

Where if you fall from a great height

You will only crash and crumble

Focus your thoughts once more

Hovering over a trampoline, in flight

Bouncing, flying, turn and tumble

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Floating like a lonely feather 🪶

Or on the wing in windy weather

Soaring over fluffy clouds

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It is only through softness

By giving way to another

That we reach our potential

For eve...

Windows in the aftermath of a war zone

battered shutters hanging on one hinge

Breeze blowing through frames into homes

Glinting shrapnel shards in things

Glass that used to keep elements out

Along with the sounds of invaders

Taking their spoils unimpeded

Rich in the things we once needed

Like bread

We walk amongst rubble and the dead

At least the bombs have stopped

The streets no longer liq...

What a year

Seeing so much

Or perhaps sea-ing

Rough seas

Although often dead calm, shock

Experiencing weightlessness

While bearing an unfathomable load

Like some vast ship, full of cargo

Brimful of baggage

Heavy, yet floating

In the middle of nowhere

In some vast darkness

Beyond the pull of Gravity...

Clouds roll by. The sky extends into a vast distance.

I have my legs crossed, and kind of melt, turning 180 degrees through the ground.

Now the clouds roll below me like some vast white ocean. I’m sitting alone at the top of a mountain.

I breathe deeply, closing my eyes to take in all of the fresh, thin mountain air.

I watch the clouds for what feels like hours.

Endless hours of peaceful so...

A black and white photo, dated 1910

Full of children, women and men

Children who since became old,

Women and men

Images. Snapshots of a bygone decade

Repeat over, and over again

We are but little raindrops in time who fade

A circular ripple on a pond

Here for a fleeting moment

And then we’re gone...

It’s been 70 years.

Not a word in sight. Or in mind.

People have ceased to think, because they have no words to turn over and to transform in their minds.

The words we do use are no longer concrete. They have no anchor.

Over time THE permanently became DE. Cat and car both became ca, depending on the local dialect.

Signatures and contracts have long since become hieroglyphs that descended fr...

For days a storm whipped up violent waves.

300 foot monsters, turning the sea floor to a grave.

Crashing, crushing monsters of the seas.

Without an end, instead there had to be a moment of ease....

A cool October morning.

I waited for the metro at an above ground station, Pétillion. Tuesday morning rush hour in Brussels, Belgium.

Nobody goes to, or even thinks of Brussels. But the politicians do. It’s the home of the European Parliament, and of NATO, the most powerful military coalition in the history of mankind, led by the U.S.A.

And this week the United States will sign its first expor...

Jan the watchmaker

Lives in a small apartment at the top of an old house. He sleeps in a single bed, in a somewhat dark attic and loves to read by candlelight.

He often lays awake in the faint warm glow, thinking of little gears. Turning.

Tiny ticks of constant movement, mimicking celestial motions. Jan often thinks of this connection on nights where he lets the moonlight shine through his win...

I’m a fleshy camera

Dangling on an optic nerve

Hanging from the eye socket

Of a dying soldier

Memories are flashing

As I, eye, or we lie here

Surrounded by blurry flashes

And blurry figures rushing around

Eye am fading away

Memories of the last few months

Are also flashing before me. Us

Fear. I have seen true fear

Others moments before meeting

My currently unfolding situation

Starvation...