vrijdag 15 oktober 2010

The Transparent Chair

Ancient oaks whispered to their passengers about a far and hidden land

where the streets had meaning to the heart and hand.

About so far so good and more things to come

About silver and golden and the old and the young.

How could this be so inviting to me

And at the same time causing my steps to flee.

Will I find its secret meaning any given day?

What if I will be disarmed by that honest knight.

who conquers it’s opponents by purelight.

One thing I alway wonder but never dare

Is how to sit on the transparent chair.

Living words

Beauty in Living

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