The Entrance



Made of twigs and reeds, knitted with ancient care,

The entrance places itself precisely where there is no need for one.

In the middle of a forest clearing,

It seems to serve no purpose at all.


Making its presence all the more alluring.






My mind is not motionless,

Yet, I seem frozen on this lovely day.

Another situation where I cannot seem to concentrate,

While it appears to others I am perfectly so.


So today I will try and make the internal and external movements the same.

In an attempt at synchronicity.

The Green Chair


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The Green Chair awaits me.

Full of its emptiness, a newer older legacy.

Discarded in a building with little purpose today;

Sitting hopefully, someone may want to use me again.


But realistic enough to know my time may be over in this place.