photo: Te Waikoropupu Springs, Takaka, Golden Bay, on the trail leading to the pure waters of Pupu Springs, you don’t know what to expect until you arrive
We were going somewhe
but we didn’t know where
and we went anyway
every step of the way
one second at a time,
or years, who knows
how long is the path?
but when we would reach the end
we would say to ourselves “already there?”
photo : marina, Nelson, this is my idea of a sympathetic ear
In the fog of loyalty
shadows move, following
a path that seemed mapped out in advance but
instead revealed the limits
of its territory. Who are we?
And what does that mean?
to a wise eye and a sympathetic ear?
*posted in 2023, edited in 2025 (photo and text)
Photo: a small wooden church, just as I like them, Upper Moutere.
For true change is something else entirely,
it is not even change,
it is about becoming oneself,
on a a path filled with shadow,
one that we follow against our own will,
and we find ourselves at the end of the path
before the door of our soul.
The debris of the past, scattered on the ground,
we are surprised, we wonder,
but we are already elsewhere,
it is neither better nor worse,
it is simply a little closer to ourselves but one of another kind
In the fog of loyalty
shadows move following
a path that seemed mapped out in advance but
instead reveals the limits
of its territory. Who are we?
And what does that mean?
to a wise eye and a sympathetic ear?
If I were a path I would be dirt
I would push through deep into the forest
I would never have everyone at once and
my guests would come only one at a time
