she did get away from the bullets running into a field away further away into mist to hide from bullets she made it they came out not knowing I cycled on laughing out really LOUD
bold amber ways slow discovery what lays underneath
hangover maroon from yesterday fairy trail whatever it has been it is no more
hangover maroon
shouts out what you want to say
blues over grey listening to crisper leafs seeing linger foliole
blues over grey shall we stay or should we go do you know
Just a perfect day
discovering new tracks
cross country
never alone
yet
perfectly still
to reload the battery
and
yes bighorn came across
with all the family
This is the place where we can leave noises from society behind us
Here we don’t need to run Here are no bills Here are no lies Here is no money Here is no achievement
Here you find beauty Here you find survival Survival we forget but can not ignore
that Place we all need that Place we are looking for We don’t know what it looks like but We will find it
We fight for it We cry for it We don’t know what it is We all will find it all in our own Way
The poem was written in September 1986 and one day it will be a part of a novel no title yet
A book with proza, with memories, with forgotten stories
If you wonder yes, i found the Place several times in my life
Roos Zwart will have an open Gallery at her home/office showing you some photo technics you can try yourself make a date with her on 2 and 3 October and 9 and 10 October
sEEd even niets silence in your ears concept in your mind seed trapped green purpose ZOMAAR under that one, on top this one surrounded by your spot your vision alone
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trailed underworld
like a spider inner web observation hovering Dentante wind blows single shout tetering under clouds still tentacle all is FINE within silence mind
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found it
it has been a while but have reach my space in a certain way I am living away from major cities close to several national parks Meeting myself again
i only need to cycle 10 minutes and i am in a forest and when going the other direction it is even faster, say 7 minutes and trees surround me and my bike and best of all nooooo cars Yep surrounded by forests and as you can see on ‘found it’ heather and even some small hills.
Perhaps you missed me, maybe not, but, i missed myself and so glad to have found her again.
to perceive that concept you need to see spy with your eyes underneath your view
shit is where you find it
make sure of wet knees determine worm glimpse sleep underneath your lips velvet observation
hidden glories
consider no evaluation just look what you see receive no consultation walk to interview with eyes wide open
over and out
distinguish what lays behind your vision notice that slightest sight catch espy
love
appreciate your flight comprehend sheltered love within your fathom
Perhaps, maybe, possible, you need to see before you look inside photography perhaps not Morning light sure helps to ease ones mind.
on a personal note, i am moving house going away from city persuit, leaving behind an other garden for somebody else to enjoy, creating more gardens on ground force, going north to a house on floor level.