Letting go in soft slow motion into the cold black weightless into the serenity of stillness into the safe quiet nothingness Letting go of tauten demands into a lull of thoughtlessness into a truth of homelessness into a chrysalis of awareness An interlude of breathlessness Letting go in gentle exhalation into the brilliant luminousness intoContinue reading “Reclamation”
Author Archives: Yaku Potgieter
The child becomes the man and, the man carries the child. The future becomes the now and, the now grips onto yesterday. The moment grows into a life and, the life unravels in a moment. The end just another beginning and the beginning simply an ending. The pursuits we sacrifice for and, the sacrifices weContinue reading “Pause”
Skin,stretching over old hard wood, the slow heartbeat. Drumming, through rhythmic flames, in empty spaces. Exhaling, echoed peaceful breathing, murmuring nights. Stars, shimmer bright peace blankets, the unbounded. Human, centred blissful twirl dancing, in serenity. Blankets, soft encompassing embrace, singular moment.
Die mis gooi ń dik vreeskombers oor die oeroue Jakkalsputz woestyn sand. Die donker donkerte jaag selfs die windjie sy moer in, oor ver toorende berg duine. Velore heimwee neem ń plek by die vuur, moepanie hout flame dans ń polka dans, stoei diep rooi teen ń eindelose swart nag. Mense staar verlore na ńContinue reading “Jakkalsputz”
All is well
All is well in a sunrise and a sunset All is well in a beginning and an ending All is well in the joy of laughter and the sorrow of tears All is well in the flowers of spring and the gold of autumn All is well in a rowdy gathering of friends and theContinue reading “All is well”
We; are lost
We cling so tightly to our truth that we miss insight, wisdom, nuance. We long for a world in our image so we remove different, other, foreign. We don’t want to be wrong, so we insult instead. We don’t want to self reflect, so we don’t listen. We; are lost.
I’m still here
Your pure cotton shirt catches the wind, unfurling a sail on a mediterranean road. With a bright sunny nonchalant freedom you toss away words, happy apple cores. Be yourself, share yourself, be vulnerable, each a final testament of an impossibility. I cast a smile at your brown eagle eyes, the warrior in me bravely chiselingContinue reading “I’m still here”
I hang my hope on the wings of wild paper cranes. Dancing regally in the wailing white winter snow. I pray to the gods of the forsaken and the unbelievers. Living in a darkened land of black and white desolation. I bend my tired fingers around the folds of a thousand words. Bringing you backContinue reading “Paper Cranes”
Lilith is the violinist, the violin, the note stretching like a grant jeté across a stage. She’s the summer straw hat ray of sun breaking through sad face winter clouds. She’s the last grateful smiling hallelujah in the mournful choir humming a cappella. Lilith is the steel blue motionless whispers, of that arresting gaze demandingContinue reading “Lilith”
Don’t build a monument at the place of your revelation lest it becomes dogma. Rather pitch a tent in honour of the fleeting nature of ‘wisdom’ & the truth that we are but children in the cosmos.