All the questions that we have Lead us to one final question And all the power that our questions have Comes from leading us to this The question is: Who am I? Or what am I? And there is no answer to this question Because we are the freedom To be as we wish Or…

My old brother sits in the room of our childhood The trees in the yard Move slightly in the wind Inside of his body The clouds, one big one small Throw a ball between them A picture that he made one summer Still hangs And every step that he took Upon the reddish earth of…

A rock and a shadow Stand on the flexible green And a cloud comes To cover them It turns out The shadows have been going on From far in the past And into the future Unfinished life forms have only to ascend As the blue haze is hinting To come to a place Of peace…

I would like to add something to the previous entry. In the composition there are two spots that have some uniqueness, some characteristics that are different from everything else in the picture. These are: the area that looks somewhat like a head with dots inside and the area that represents the pain. Here they are:…

Thoughts go right Feelings aim left White is all around Red is where it hurts And if this makes you want to ask Let the questions go Sink instead To where the questions come from. I’ll go line by line in the end. But first I’ll say this: The poem is how I read the…

In the beginning there was a face With jugged lines As if hacked From a Redwood tree Then the forehead From which the stories came cleared up And you could see the endless sky And you could see the forest As it hugged the flowing waters Carving their path in the earth From ice to…

I close my eyes And let the not-body see My body can be found afloat among the houses, tables, pencils, thoughts Emerging from the ground of allI move between my feelings and my pen As if I fly From dream to dream Myself has turned to air. I let everything go. My attention goes to…

I have not been here for a while, as you know. But I continued to work on myself. “Working on myself” is only a way of talking. I did not work. I watched myself, my inner workings, in the most pleasant way that I know of. It is a pleasant way for me of course….

Things that I drew many times before, appear again in this drawing. The drawing is dense with shapes, especially on the right half. This drawing asks for colors that will help define the shapes, the background and the background of the background. The first background is the environment. The second is eternity. What are these…