All structures broke when
I first met the hope and she
Smiling passed the rope. (jf)
I am the thinker of my thoughts.
The consciousness that sits behind my memory.
Picture and poetry by Jordan.
Straight path, seemed simple,
Led to lights breaking, sparkling
Fountain of lost hills. (jf)
Picture by Ruth Coleman, poetry by Jonathan.
Parallel worlds are
Easy to explain to you
But hard to conquer. (jf)
Picture by François Morvillier, poetry by Jonathan.
Why are we here?
Caged in fragile body’s
Strapped in skinny skinny membranes
Of thousands and millions of cells
Manifested in mater, slow energy
Inaudible frequencies, but visible
Touchable, so we could touch ourselves
Feel us, experiencing our inner core
To being more than changing fractals
Being more than light
Being more than darkness
Being more than a question:
Why are we here?
Cause the answer is divine
And it lays inside
We are here!
Picture and poetry by Mike Hundeshagen.
The horse whisperer
Needed a dictionary
To understand this. (jf)
Picture by François, poetry by Jonathan.
When I was young I measured moments in the space between ceiling fan blades and thought about the moving world. Marveling that no moment was ever the same that though things seemed to repeat everything always changed. I still think of that sometimes while I watch them turn. – MFNT (Jordan Bakare)
Picture and poetry by Jordan Bakare alias MFNT.
Toda la lucha
Se cayó de su alma en un breve
Segundo. Él era libre.
The whole fight fell from
His soul in a brief
Second. He was free.
Alles Kämpfen fiel
Ab von seiner Seele in einer kurzen
Sekunde. Er war frei. (jf)
Picture by Ezequiel Piola, poetry by Jonathan.