Yesterday, I saw a long earth-worm crossing over the dry dirt road that I was cycling along. He was three quarters over, half dead and fully covered in dust

People still tend to ask me at some point of conversation, which profession I originally learned. Say, what my basic education would look or sound like

Sideways hail on morning windows, storm-warning. The lights are on round the lake, blinking over stirred waters. Red Kestrel calling hauntingly

I have been walking towards you all my life, and driving also. Just as cycling and even riding a motorbike once. I've been taking buses and trains and ferries towards you. I was swimming, running, hiking

Dear Earth Mother, do I have to admit some kind of selfishness, calling my true core: vigorously defending you? As...

This morning, creation kissed me so gently, so quietly on my cheeks. Her decent scent, her shy breath, made me cry in happiness

Only weeks ago, the horse chestnut tree was darting his long bony limbs towards an ash-sky. Now a thousand broad tongues lick air and sunlight and a bright-green globe

It is so simple, every child can understand it: You cannot sit on your mothers lap, embraced by her arms, sucking on her breast. and at the same time:

There is a long tradition of throwing coins into fountains for the sake of luck and some promising future. And there is a new phenomenon of lovers

Oh I saw this boy on that huge parking of a shopping center. Crying so loud, weeping so fiercely. He must have been four or five, dressed in baggy pants and sneakers

So, if you ever feel disconnected - a little...or all together, this reminder I got for you. Might do the trick and heave up the connection to five bars:

Dear unborn fellow ones, the ones to come, dear Souls. When the deep night is brooding with me, pounding slowly between my eardrums. Images wake and rise

It was on the ferry to Clare Island. I was watching that girl, standing beside me holding onto the railing. She must have been eight years old abouts

Once I said to the great Force: “Great Force, this marvelous, numinous, unmeasurable tide-wave, surging so sweetly and painful in lung and heart. Do we not have this in common?”

I might never sail far enough north, to see the northern lights of yours. Not this lifetime. I might never sail far enough south