let’s keep moving
even if it looks as if
we are staying on the same spot
let’s keep moving.
if we do our best
results will show.
so let’s keep moving.
6.4.2023
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
there’s a room
full of monitor screens.
some show a landscape,
some show a story.
outside the room
a desert dune spreads out
all the way to the horizon
as the sun beams from above.
do you choose to stay in the room?
do you choose to walk over the horizon?
water is drying out
it’s time to make a plan
and a resolution to be made.
6.3.2023
“have I done my best today?”
I asked myself
as I stared at a blinking cursor
on my computer monitor.
“no, not yet”
I thought to myself
as I typed a few more keys
on my keyboard, relentlessly.
“where is the summit?”
I wondered to myself
and I implored the world in my heart
found the people I’ve met,
stories we shared,
and saw them pointing towards the bright light
next to the blinking cursor
on my computer monitor.
6.2.2023
walking across a park,
I noticed a deer just standing.
I stared at her, and she stared back.
The deer walked towards me
slowly, smoothly, and silently.
I stood still,
even though I could reach her.
The deer peered into my eyes.
We stood there for a moment,
before she turned,
and started to walk away.
I turned,
wondering what could have been,
had I reached out to her.
5.31.2023
a large white curtain
ballooned large
like a lady’s dress
as the wind blew
through the window.
it flapped leisurely
and deflated;
then it ballooned again,
making another wave
like a leisurely flap
of a giant whale’s tail.
I don’t know why,
but I felt it told me most clearly
what the world’s beauty is
on this normal summer day.
5.28.2023
I had doubted before,
but now I am starting to believe
in imagination.
a world that appeared
like a giant wall of mountains,
I flew over it over an afternoon nap.
from an ice-cold fjord
to a vast dry desert,
from a leisurely relaxed sunset view
to a shadowed corner in concrete jungle,
from ever-lasting solitude
to transcendental meeting of a soulmate,
all were possible.
so let me give it a try again.
and believe in imagination.
5.27.2023
one by one
we put one foot after another
through a fog so thick
we hope we’ll see the end one day
and that it will match our imaginations,
now our private hope for the future.
put up a favorite shot.
désir for the punchline.
5.26.223
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