Are these the times, Deflocking from our tribes sticking to new ones slowly heating in the pot like frogs unbothered, while we point and laugh, Cry, and digest content build by content builders larger than anything some Gods promised, we take the water from the desert sands? Are these the times, we unrecognize our screen-lit […]Read more "This fading song"
While the light beyond the crack around the wooden window cover dies While Šerida takes her husband’s hand into where horizon’s privacy lies While even the bleating of goats or child sinks into the silent dessert sands While the cooling blanket dims all shadows into dense ethereal demands While far beyond understanding the bride’s noises […]Read more "Of the Bride’s Moans"
It hurt the eyes, blinded by fire yet faith lies in the shadows cast In the corner, folded in dust flurries lie believes that a corner is real as the fire is not. But the walls the walls not real not reality no reality can hold over belief Soft spoken whispers mimic the […]Read more "Whispers in the dark"
I stretch out this day Lazily I unfold onto the grass Honey drippings of sunlight Fall drip drip, drip Onto my face If tomorrow the bombs Fall drop drop, drop I will not bask in it But at least I had my peace today (c) 2015 Marco Casteleijn An initiative of: The NeighborhoodRead more "A day of peace"
So entropy happens, slowly ideas fade and re-created. So thus also ideas about the box. Is there a box? The question still remains, but now how to find its borders? In Hinduism it is said to find all that is not God, and what remains is God. This principle also applies to a box of […]Read more "The Echo"
As confined in a body, one has defined its boundaries and limitations to the physical self. An inward look defines the inner self; an outward look defined the outward self. Awareness of self is defined by the ability to define its own boundaries. Self lies on the border between inner and outer self. The outer […]Read more "Soul"
Creating is a funny thing, it is dynamic, and the parameters defined will change. However, we hope to believe that the underlying principles are universal and binding. In the old day we cut down a tree, hollowed it out and sat in it. We called it a boat, why not. The boat was a little […]Read more "The box"