"A hole in a withered wall" This wall has a history; in every stone, in every chunk of mortar and gravel, he remembers and awakens memories. He is the bark of a tree, protecting inner vessels against rains and winds, frosts and droughts. He has many layers, every season adding up its own peel to … Continue reading The wall
It is natural, like breathing. It doesn't require thinking, yet it does, but not the form of thinking we are used to. It happens when mind, body and soul form one, when they dance with the same restlessness around the same fire in the same forest. It is something inner, not outer. It can only … Continue reading What is usefulness?
Every time I try to write I try to focus my thoughts on an idea On words A thick mist rises from the marshland of my spirit Drowning everything in fog The idea that seemed bright but a moment ago Is now entirely blurred It takes an incredible amount of energy to remember even … Continue reading The moonstone