If love wants to

Bits would fall into place by itself
as an already existing pattern
prepared for a seductive thought to build themselves
like a work of art in movement
majestic and non-resistant as a hologram of the self
I will be, create a pleasurable reality and move the rooms
flow between cornerstones
in a crackling installation I shall take place
like a sculpture in motion
my limbs bolts up their message
letting the scars show instead of trembling and fleeing in agony
letting the light that seeks its own time burn
wild, free and without memories that never existed other than as rocks of learning that are thrown over the edge
by willing hand
a parable about something that will be used just to be sensed and then blow on
in future
the victory over the unfathomably huge
is a platform, a ledge
that I jump from.

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Coming to an end

Need to protect myself
from emotions
from everything flying around
in the darkness, I am safe
in the dark, I see nothing
nor me
looking outside to find a force
a chance to ease the pain that I carry
the exclusion is worn and frayed
know that something is needed
an escape can not lead me further than to the end.

Fruitful walk
Conceptual photography


A puff of treachery

Was a stranger in my body
as if time were not available to the senses
to discover the residing
cut and formed me into a custom
what was ought to gain ground fell into oblivion
and a traveler allows landscapes to whiz past
extending to catch a flower
like a whiff of a song
and then
the fleeing soul picks itself up in an attempt to invite an outsider
contemplation of a puzzlement to exist without escaping
sitting down and talking
with the part of the entity that I am.

Heart centration



Will know what I’m looking for when I find it

I know what I look for, but not where I go
know what I discern but not what I grow
there’s in a longing and whisper something that explains and don’t have an answer
there are no ways and means of finding what is looked after
sought as a confused track behind without proving that everything is close
a journey that never started but quietly reached an end
searching for the calling evokes a path
but where it’s possible to find is not written yet
seeking a cabinet
with no trace in the dust
sees but fumles through the haze
like a sword that cuts through the fog and leaves something behind
without understanding the sentence.

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