I don’t have a dream
I don't have a dream. The dream I intuit is bigger than anything I could ever have. The dream has me. Embracing this fact gives me a sense of sequence, an intuition of
What makes certain days fabulous?
It is all about story ... When a day enriches my story, when it clarifies or suffocates it, when it strengthens or crushes it, forcing me to be authentic, accessible,
Two rivers
Sand sleeps under my soft soles. A river rumbles around rusty remnants of the ridiculous, chasing of jittery chit-chats – clueless, mindless, homeless. Sweet songs signal strangeness reaching radical revolutionary
The world can do without me
Snake bite can be enchantingly healing. It calls for soul's reconciliation and integration, an inner dialogue, a poem. The beauty of life is comprised of both light and shades; embracing
Fjord for Freud
Stinginess of the simpleminded suffocates each revolution of the Earth and of the People. Fallen leaves never die they are endless precisely because they revolve inside out and back in
Whyolence
The word “violence” is misspelled! A child of power games between whys, shouldn't it rather be spelled whyolence? The highest why in any structure invariably uses its power, gained from
How long, Van Gogh
Van Gogh learned from this sky, this wind stretching his love for fragile perfection. Baloons are misunderstood – nobody sees them inside until they burst. Nobody's drawn to a broken
GEN in my genes
Have you ever had that fleeting feeling of knowing what it's all about, but had no words that could express it? Have you, then, tried to write a poem? Just
Why are you here?
Remember what Donald Shimoda said? You’re here for two reasons: FUN and joy LEARNING and growing But there’s no dilemma in that. That’s what you seek anyway. The dilemma is: how to do this