Still water.
Shadows on dark ice.
Fire on the hillside.
A quiet balance in disguise…
Tag: poem
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Creation…
We love art.
We cherish creation.
Pictures from letters.
Movies from pictures.
Humans from humans.One.
Two from One.
Three.
Four…A cosmos dictated by adding.
More and more.
Until we can have no more.
A cosmos whirling around creation.
Only to reach its destruction.
Try to remember though.
It is not addition that we live by.
It is Subtraction.And the more we add the more we will come to realize.
That one day there will be nothing more to add.
And right at that moment we will see our self.
And the only way forward would be to break the mirror.And go back to zero…
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Lost worlds…
Long before rising seas swallowed Doggerland beneath the North Sea, this lost landscape may have been a surprisingly lush and life-friendly haven. New DNA evidence reveals that forests of oak, elm, and hazel were already thriving there more than 16,000 years ago—thousands of years earlier than scientists thought possible. Even more astonishing, researchers detected traces of a tree species believed to have vanished from the region hundreds of thousands of years ago. (source)
Silent forest.
A lost world.
Trees that once were now gone.
A thriving forest now underwater.
Dry land. Water rising. Soil wet.
Now silent seas.
Speaking the same to whoever is there to listen.
(Our message is not meant to be heard…)
That is why we always change and yet we speak the same.
Don’t be attached to anything.
Like the forest or now the sea.
Will change again.
What once was will be no more.
What was not will rise again.
Even the world itself will die, like it was once born.
And again, some humans will try to understand.
Without being aware that in a world where nothing truly is,
it is them who are the greatest question mark…
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