was that life yours?

was that life yours?
is this life mine?
sometimes i think there
is only one life here, and one
is all there ever was.
our bodies carry it for a time,
and some of us pass it along.
we share one life perhaps,
and, although this shell was not my body,
it was my home.

City lights

New York. Christmas.
Lights. Everywhere. Colors, flashing.
Small window displays, large window
Displays of stories, life, fantasy.
Songs of the snowflake...

Everyone should visit New York
at Christmas time. Just once.


But preferrably not during a
Transit strike.

tunes of dawn

thursday. and i stumble upon this link of photo friday. and wish i would have stumbled into this page of weekly photo challenges weeks ago. had been part of

yellow imperfection
worn warmth
delicate darkness
massive order
chaos one
used orange
plastic faces
abandoned reflections

but then, better now than later. and how appropriate somehow that this week is .. experimental. it is. in so many tiny ways.

(here the link to the page: photo friday)
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Stars, souls and me

The waves at my feet
stars out in the sky,
time is timeless,
shifting sands,
lonely moon,
and just me
and my soul.

Words "sms"ed across the beach of Ullal in Mangalore, India in November crossing the mobilesphere and reaching Germany. Apt to perhaps end this post with these lines sent from Do last year, somehow so in tune with my moment on a deserted beach.

when the sky is one with the sea / is epiphany / is the moment when you move in sync / with the soul of the Universe
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