perhaps

Perhaps we’re moving slowly
Perhaps we stop
Perhaps we’re moving
Backwards
Perhaps not
Perhaps we’re getting closer
Perhaps we’re getting more distant
Slowly
The unknown
Is neither getting closer nor farther
Perhaps we stopped
Perhaps not

flower forever

I spy myself

after the late summer sun sets I spy myself so I wouldn’t get lost

so old so young
so new so old
so me

you never know

stars

‘On tuesdays’, she said, ‘let’s just go back to the stars.’

So she did. Every tuesday of the year.

we met at the mosque

we met at the mosque
symbolically enough
to search for peace within us
what we found is something we didn’t dare to look for
it has always been there though
hidden
and always will be

just, who will stir or calm the water
?

Until

“You play life”, you once said in a thick evening’s obscurity high up on the rock
that leans on heavy ocean’s body.
No was an instinctive reply that came out of my very own lips then.
And in fact I did play.
I played and I played until I stopped and started living it.