Month: November 2016

Different worlds

in our worlds we stand
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accepting our chosen paths
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sometimes sharing views

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Meandering

they roam hand in hand
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in their deep connectedness
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our thoughts and our minds

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Visby, Gotland: September 2014

on cobblestone streets
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amongst the stones of the past
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I wander spellbound

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Absent

there’s an empty space
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where you hover in my thoughts
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next to me today

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Wind-blown

on these stormy shores
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in spray carried by the wind
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I mislaid something

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Summer morning

I woke up today
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with summer-morning bird songs
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drifting through my mind

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Sparkle

flash of brightest blue
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captured in grey and green
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caught me by surprise

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Old friends

somewhere in the world
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somewhere in the folds of time
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we will meet again

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Great expectations

lilac in your eyes
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from the jacaranda blossoms
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only once a year

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Larger than life

your presence is felt
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your’e the one who makes no sound
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but who fills the room

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Child’s mind

traversing your mind
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looking at eternity
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kaleidoscope ride

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Your song

the music I hear
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in the shadows of your voice
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carries such longing

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Reaching

African rhythms
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across a vast grey ocean
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when I reach for you

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Birthday sunset

an African voice
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sings the song that you so loved
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thirty years later

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Grey

our sadness deepens
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when even flowers are grey
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in a world of pain

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Legacy

the stories we live
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captured in a poet’s words
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outlasting us all

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The solution

let’s seek mysteries
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rather than all the answers
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that’s where magic lies

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Inspiration

in your brown eyes
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lies the passion of a lifetime
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a warmth that ignites

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The plunge

a bright sickle moon
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plunges into the tall grass
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leaving full darkness

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Keimoes, South Africa: November 2016

she opens her arms
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to embrace the sand and shrubs
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Kalahari dawn

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Self-reproach

my kitchen is warm
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there is red wine in my glass
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famine is elsewhere

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Running trains

message from the north
“Sunrise over frozen lake”
brought a morning smile

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Invisible sound

unseen strands of thought
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ethereal images
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a song in my mind

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Northern light

then it dawned on me
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that an essence is revealed
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in light and lightness

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These roads

where are we going
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with this strange road that we’re on
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and does it matter?

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Meeting of minds

a wanderer’s mind
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universal wondering
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magic when minds meet

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Fortify

brace against the storms
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against oceans and the wind
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find the calm within

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South African reflection 003

I see your eyes
–
universes separate
–
we share a moment

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Imprints

shadows of our minds
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are reflections of the shapes
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that were imprinted there

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Words

eyes playing their part
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words are the doors to our minds
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access to our thoughts

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Depth

colour of our hearts
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so difficult to define
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a deep red velvet

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South African reflection 002

under open skies
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far from the squeeze of the crowd
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all seems plentiful

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Ismantorp, Öland: Spetember 2016

whispers of past lives
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in the silence of the stones
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old stories are told

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