People are watching

on their screens, just humbug, no --


disasters today.

To sustaining tones, the material
world draws a trail in smooth loops
from a bottle hanging askew
on its navel string and running

empty over the blue rug
of awareness
of all who are there
A pendulum thought

More and more light shines
through the bottle and the wind
in our senses
wipes out the patterns

we have repeated
into a magical eight
of insight into the infinite
course of our lives

The yellow-brown waves

of the muddy murky surf:


crowned with a white fizz.

Everyone would like

to preach and judge at some point:


own ethics come first!

Cauliflower, figs,

the dissecting room Kitchen:


I cut brains and hearts.

Peace, in a bed
in Amsterdam, kneeling
or with clenched fists

eternally awaited, preserved
in hearts and thoughts
about people who behave
differently than you wish
people who have to take care

of their well-being and can
only dream their visions
cannot realise these even
with combined efforts
The world is too big for that

Close by you can smell the wind
and go along with the seasons
Close by you can, within
the limits of your needs
safely open up to another

They are free, the birds

upon the gown of the state --


free to fly around.