Photo: Collingwood, one of those scenes that forces you to live in the present moment.
It was this light,
grey, I suppose,
that filled all my eyes
with the present moment.
I tire in the past,
I get lost in the future,
but if I grasp it, I do not get tired of the present.
Yet I constantly escape from it.
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?”
My poetic journey through words and image/ Mon journal poetique a travers les mots et les images