THE PYRENEES or Awareness of the peripheral vision

blue haze, far away
peekless shapes
hanging from the horizon

this is where the rainbow
will be scooping up
its most shimmering colour –
the heavenly blue
from the greyish soil

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behind every height veiled in light
there is another, in another light

the sunmist in the mountains
grants softness to the silhouettes

in a shroud of mist
mingled with sunlight
the far away hills
seem near.

The gravel utters plain silence.

About Time Thieves

Do I really believe
that I own the time?

it was here before me
– who owned it then?
it will go on without me
– who will own it then
when I have moved into timelessness?

How can anyone steal
the time I do not own?

Do I really believe
that I own Love?
The Love I recieve
or the love I give?

What if time is Love
and Love
is abundant
awareness and flow?