Streaks
Streaks of buffer on the paper
To communicate,
Streaks of light on the quartz
To analyze,
Streaks of bacteria on a gel
To separate.
Surrounded by lines building boundaries
I sneak and squeeze
Towards the end of each
Where the pot of gold lies.
Coffee 2
Dubious on the outcome of the day,
I turn to my cup for reassurance
and inspiration.
Natural deep liquid of magic properties,
reveal me my future
or only the next step
not to stumble or turn in circle
but to move forward
impatient as you make me.
Surprise protein
The time spent planning and polishing details
is nothing against the odds of scientific research.
The controllable is mysterious
and your plan is just a forecast
of your protein’s behavior.
Predicted and overanalysed
still surprises you in the lab
when the unexpected happens and adrenalin is needed
to find the solution
to a confusing situation.
Fog
White thick fog surrounds me
In my circular walk
looking for silence and solitude.
My batteries recharge
And the fog reminds me it’s the season of rest.
In the fog I hide my fears, my worries and my inadequacies
as no reason I have to keep them.
Philosophy
A new philosophy arises
On the way to work,
On my expectations and demanded achievements.
Not every day is a success
And IÂ sip frustration even more often
But I will keep on working
And approach this desk everyday
because tomorrow is coming
And I am so curious.
Monday 2
Subtle subtle, Monday approaches
With smooth slippers and warm tea
In its hands.
Behind your shoulders it whispers
Worth a weak voice
That always catches yours mind.
It will be Monday tomorrow,
But a sunny Monday.
Corridor
Explore the corridor
With a peaceful mind
Open to encounters and discoveries.
Pace your time
Rejecting the hurry the system imposes
Creates room for a new stream of adrenalinic challenges.
Sun
Yearning silence and a thoughtless mind
I closer my eyes and feel the sun
On my tired old face.
It is a moment only
The one I strive for
Of warmth and cleanliness
Inside.
Immediate
Under the pillow,
Above the shelves
The recipe for personal time is missing.
How to find that special moment?
How to make it last?
Breathe and think about the sun,
Nothing is in between
And nothing needs an immediate action
Unless you want it.
Dynamics
Still and on the limit,
As a drop of clear dense water
Hanging and considering
The way to fall
I observe the dynamics around me
and question myself with no shyness or reserve
Knowing that no answer is needed.
Paint brush
Think about tomorrow
Push your imagination forward
Towards what is possible,
You read it somewhere,
And turn your desired into an image.
Stand up and find your brush
Your paint and your invisible mantle
And start to make it happen.
One inch every day.
Stairs 2
A stream of endorfins
Sweeps me away
When I glance the results.
Enough to make the day
Precious
Although at the first step
Of the longest stairs.
Career and life.
