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 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 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.
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”
Your cries I will hear not Not from your bell towers or your minarets Your inner chambers or from your public places For There is a child crying It calls me by my name you hear it not You say that thing is not mine So I say I know you not.
I traced the skin of your back like an explorer charting a map a beautiful new blue ocean. Where I discovered an island fitting in the palm of my hand it became home to me. In endless hours of the night when your heart beat drums a new life raft next to me