For me this is a story of how paths cross, influence each other profoundly and yet have their own, unique logic. Thank you Marije Baalman for your deep research and beautiful book... So happy to be part of this and looking forward to reading it 🙂
Life takes my hand,
shows flowers, sky, and war news.
Tells stories of love,
miracles and hatred.
I don’t quite understand what it wants to say with that.
Looking out of the bus window,
landscapes slide by.
Black and white birch trunks shake me awake:
Are you black or white?
Gray from far,
even closer black or white.
After that: no colour.
Stepping right up to the event horizon
One becomes several
I see so many of you
Walking, stopping, laughing, dancing
Just before dipping into the unknown
Just before touching the singularity
Is this a place that I have found?
Where all is created
Exploding into tiny contradictions
Millions of images, thoughts, impressions
In a blinding intensity
I meet each one of you in me
As I am learning to swim again
along this river
to the Neverland
of all things
Will the world go on without me?
Without my sensing?
Without my thinking?
Without my dance?
then why do I still have the power
I condemn and I believe
My ideas contradict
Paralyzed by unimaginable horror
I feel weak
Shaken by the power of cruelty
I am pressured
Poetry - really?
Does it matter how I fight my wars?
Does it matter how I define my victories?
Does it matter if I lie to myself?
If I lose the hope
If I lose the clarity
If I get stuck in the complexity
of all things
on üksainus samm,
mida ei saa
Aeg annab vahendid
Olemine võtab need ära
Sinu kogemus on minu kontekst
Meie kogemus jääb varjatuks
Sinu kontekst sünnib minu piiride mängus
Kogedes sind, mind, meid
Meie olles mina
Nii ma kuulan edasi
Vastu hakates ja vastupanu kohates
Lahustades ja lahustudes
floating on my breathing boat
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