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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