Those who are richer In money In friends In past Photos of the past . Realising time effort energy strength stand limitations Awakens a new emotion, envy The way other people live And there will be no time for me to live that way . Sure, children believe in unlimited potential Attempting spiritual ways of … Continue reading Bauman
Shattering shapes of a rigid shell In the end it is nothing more than that To make room for the flow Which is moister, closer to the ground. More humble, unassuming, which hugs the Earth. Knowing how to break fluently And dispose of the scaffolding of thought and plan Quickly To partake in the quicksilver … Continue reading Normalising heartbreak, handling the water.
People are different here. They don't send money back home to their parents. Instead, their parents buy them cars or houses. . They don't hang on to life and sanity with the last claws of their humanity, will power, focus. Many walk placidly. There is indifference and distance. . They are reasonably comfortable. Perhaps explore … Continue reading Crumbling the Berlin wall
I crossed this border once again. The mythic border, across the river in the mist in the mornings, heading towards the sunrise, when i was a very small child. it's ingrained in my brain, perception and heart even though there is no border here anymore. Even the Syrians can apparently pass. No one controlled me. … Continue reading Iron Curtain 2018. (Wherein I cross my childhood border and revisit spiritual remnants of the Berlin wall.)
I still want all the glittering things. I want to adorn myself with feathers Of travels Knowledge Status Connection. . I still feel i am nothing If i am just a human being. . I still know very little Of how to provide for the actual human needs of a human being In this type … Continue reading Glittering things and human needs
I wear other people's clothes. I can't resist wanting to know what it's like to be you. Maybe it's better than being me. . Maybe it's a bit of relief from being me. A north star, because being me is disorienting. Quiet and disorienting in that no one has taught me to read the shapes … Continue reading I wear other people’s clothes
I see something dark I will not unsee something dark this time As i have learnt that loss is better than illusion.