photo : Marahau, windy gardens, low tide, daylight and the vastness of the sky, bliss.
to catch in the course of an uncertain sentence
the words needed to reach
the love of a quiet surrender
at the beginning of each day
photo : Marahau, windy gardens, low tide, daylight and the vastness of the sky, bliss.
to catch in the course of an uncertain sentence
the words needed to reach
the love of a quiet surrender
at the beginning of each day
Photo: Marahau (Windy Gardens), at high tide, this marsh is submerged. At low tide, a small stream of water makes its way through the wild grass to reach the mother.
When I saw this stream of water winding its way through the weeds, I immediately thought to myself that it looked like my life, which has never followed a straight line, has often been submerged, but has continued its way always looking at the sea.
*as always, inspired by the work of Edouard Levé
we would celebrate the day
resplendent
in the luminescence
of a dying jellyfish
and the tide lowering in
dark, rhythmic
movements, however
independent
of humanity
*posted in 2021, edited in October 2023
The path finds its way/
in the movement of the sands/
when the tide is low
photo : Tapu Bay
as the tide has scribbled on the sand
the mood of its waves
I will scribble my page
with emotions that cannot be dissected
*first posted in August 2022