now..

now is now,

with a little patience.

do the waves feel joy

crashing on the rocks

spray flying, hissing,

they try to gnaw 

and beat the stone.

or could it be pain

in the memory of earth

and salty foam

to be taken by the wind

into far away skies

as i sit here,now,

words like drops

in a glass of wine,

the horizon vanishes

fog and gulls

hover above the sea

and i get sleepy

as winter tired me.

Views of Vila Nova de Gaia,Portugal

the giant does not sleep,but i did

The giant does not sleep 

but i did.

he moves in his bed

and the waves 

clash with rocks.

he is noisy and gentle

and untamed in his heart,

dangerous, violent,

he follows the rhythm

of the moon

he lives so deep

i cannot reach

the invisible there,

but my feet touch

his clothes of water

and i am filled

with a longing

to sail out,

to give myself

to the ocean

a short reflection on 'change': diary notes

no, i don't want to change.
it is not a question if i want to,
it is the certain knowledge that i do.
weather, climate, experience, ageing,
meeting, leaving, melting, clotting,
it is always present.
living, dying and all the beautiful and sad moments
and what we call love in so many words
meaning so many different experiences
and actions and acts are all connected.
this is not words about parallel worlds.
it is one life and one death.
it is personal.
and i want now to stay in my center:
and i am not going to change this.

this is not a prison cell, no,
it is balance,
and i can only move freely
as i am now
from there.