the Well

Where is the source? Is it somewhere for you ? No source is spilling for you. It’s never in the same place. It’s secret, unknown to many. It’s neither fresh nor salty. It’s so close by. To touch it you’ll travel you’ll never reach it. Stop refusing to swim and drown in it. If you […]

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I was waiting for you. It’s cold now, in my squirrel’s cave I feel safe and dry and warm. Springtime is already here if you want it. The candle lights my mind pouring words on paper. Recovering for the good season, preparing seeds to make my brothers and sisters smile and sigh in joy or […]

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Art of noise

Oral tradition Bees following soundwaves I can’t hear, among waves I hate. Side to winds whispering in my ears. Noise is a choice, a will to be disturbed. Noise, I am unable to perceive any purpose. My legacy is to believe, I am the son of a mighty God, all things and creatures and facts, […]

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