My “Notes for Walking”

ImageEarly in the morning I found the telegramme



ImageWhither your words took me, I could find no one.


I was still calling you God when I got lost following the right sign.

This poem, this poem wa­sn’t of mine. GH

IJKI saw your cell, your stone, your bed,

your pain, your blood,

your hopes and dreams

dried in a hook.



I wasn’t calling you God yet when I choose following the left sign,

the stillness, the wave, the sky, the water, the flower,


and the thought

I bought once for a penny


PEvery hour, every minute, every heartbeat, we are dying a little and living a bit.

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