Photo: Mapua, a moment of nature where colors and light are perfectly balanced.
For this extreme moment, when on a weekday the clean wooden floor would shine in the sunlight through the window, in a complete moment, which cost nothing, which was small in the great scheme of things, but perfect in the microcosm of seconds, you would need to find a language that could speak of this perfect moment.
photo: Mapua, a view for a peaceful moment
I just need to close my eyes
to hear the waves
see the clouds sleeping on top of the mountains
and the sky fill up with blue birds
I feel fine in my generous dreams
but I have to open my eyes again, look
at the storms of the world
the anger of the gods
live in the chaos of the earth
but I can also
close my eyes again and
lock myself in my head and my dreams
for a minute or two.
photo: Motueka, Sandspit, forging your path, the best you can
If I were a story
I would be my own
I wouldn’t copy that
of the great flamboyant ones
it would be very simple
of that I am sure
and difficult too
obviously
like walking in the middle of the night
in an uncertain forest
on rough paths
but it would be mine
and mine it would stay
photo : Nelson Botanical Garden, the eternal restart of spring
we would start again
every day, every month,
we would not tire
of the repetition of things or
of the non important small gestures
yes, even those
we could not get over it
*posted in 2024, edited in 2026
photo: Mapua, after the rain, it makes me turning inward.
We would have to ask for forgiveness,
because we couldn’t do everything
and didn’t always know
where to start
who to turn to
who to turn away from.
Acknowledging the offense
was part of the journey
the journey of every day
