Wandering Wonderer

I spend too much time thinking. Not enough time doing. I wonder about this world, in ways that don’t fit with my normalised life. I’d like to be a wonderer, a person paid to just sit and wonder about everything, imagine anything and write and create the whirls of wonder that travel through me. I…

What sort of people get lost in ego?

People with cars gliding atop the streets we walk, like private movie stars. Like an added layer of mechanicalism, protection for your body-robot. But what do cars do for the soul? The journey can be therapeutic. As a child I would watch the stars and let the car-radio music move my mind. But that was…

The illusion of Chaos

​A car crash on the A9 is the perfect example of elegance. There is no chaos. Its all just a matter of perception. Carnage!! Scream the headlines.  Elegant order, whispers the Universe.  Looking at the world, it looks chaotic, but everything is in perfect elegance. Two souls perfectly aligning their vehicles to clip bumpers at just the right…

My moon, my man

The moon brought clarity, so much clarity With the strength of a bull it smashed The fragility of harsh truths out into the open No closing this back up, lunar love The road is clear now but full of struggles Twisted and gnarled the overgrowth of my ignorance  Bad choices have grown into something worse…

Eyes of Three

There’s always this nagging feeling. Like my whole perception on life takes place inside a giant dome and our eyes can’t see round it. Unless you become enlightened or eat some ayahuasca or begin to die. You would develop the third sight then. But for now if you want the super sight for longer than…

Her meekness was my weakness

It began with a Mother, as life usually does. She accompained sweetness, gentleness, all things soft and safe, which was all I needed until the world toughened around me, probably at the age of ten. Then she was weak and meek and submissive, when I needed strength and bravery and a voice. I couldn’t speak…

Truths

And then one day she realised a Great Truth that allowed her to truly start accepting everyone who crossed her path.

The Dream Playground

And so it was decided that humanity had to lose itself in the dream once more. The gods slipped away to let the children play. Waking up, optional.

Theories on Relativity

Light is always running away from us. Like in those dreams where you can never catch the person you are pursuing. The illusion of light, gravity and time. Where we would be without our three protectors of the sleep dream world we like to call life? Image Credits ~  Sabine Weiss, Paris 1953.