On my Walkman - 1986 Helbron flat 180 Pine Street.
Walking on a hot summer eve down pine street hill, those smells... ...Wilson toffee's melting on the hot pavements - and chicken roasting machines outside the local Portuguese shop.
Arcade machine music - Pac man & street fighter sounds in the corner of the café.
The smell of fresh chlorine and water after school.
The Green grass feels and tickles under my toes, and the taste of Oros juice.
Plastic table clothe with bees humming a tune.
The feel of heat evaporating the burn next to the pool.
The touch of baked towel from the sun.
Night life of adventure in Pretoria, was 16.
Memories of life and wonder as teen…

The smell of winter colour is warm.

The Panther jumps high - below is the valley with shadow - The sun above brings light and balance of sorrow.

Turn the key -
No matter how much we think we have - nothing can stop the actual time assigned.
All are looking - do we see...
Clouds move
Rain falls
Snow builds
Sprung is spring
Then its all again
The conquer of lock , is love in a timeless flow of patients
and selfless - agitated baking and waiting of bread, teaching
those who need assistance.
Kindness to one self and understanding the lock of love.

Write on that paper I say to me.
But, deep between the micro layers its already written.
So.. I write on top of millions of what has been older than me.
I arrive back to live and love now.

No future and no past - just here in a moment to share on
pixel paper with who ever reads this.
It seems to me there is only now, kindness and hope.
Everything else is a thought before paper.

Clarity of vision
Twixed and twined
Love and life is blind
Mean it - take it - bind it..
You will never know what it holds-
trust it with open kindness.

No one can trust it
No surprise it fails.

Simply trust your self as you know you trust
your body to breath while you sleep.

Universe of light and encouragement of life
will always be. 80.000 before and more after.

Rain scatters across widows.
Bump - the sound.. strange.
lazy afternoon, get up and look -

A little bird huddles in the corner outside.
Run out and lift little warm body in hand.

Stare down at envelope of fingers holding precious
bird and feel the breathing and fast heart beat..

Connect sublime in a way that, is an instant feeling of sorrow.
Little bird shudders in my hand, softens and lay lifeless.

Natures connect - is the loudest word and feeling.