Thoughts and flowers from the lab
Don’t Wait
Move to the next cell
Black or white
Will give you an adventure
Making up your life.
Jumping worth no rule
The breeze brings enthusiasm
through the hair,
Cell after cell.
I am today
An easy prey
Of big dreams and things i may
Scars of past illusions
Are easily forgotten but still visible.
Fooling myself
I wrote and talk
Planning a future I cannot control.
I throw my mind
Over the wall using a single hand
And wait for the bump.
If was searching for novelty,
It might have found it.
What is new is still hidden
And i can only excite in its imminent rise.
Mind will tell me,
Among thoughts of routine,
What I could not imagine
and get thrilled for
Only few days ago..
Repurpose and relocate
Ideas and memories and free that space.
Push hard and lean forward,
Roots will break
And be reborn on the first day
of unexpected sun
To hold you strong
And let you live out of balance.
What hides in the grass
Grown in this day of transition?
Fruits like Easter eggs
Are hard to see,
Yet precious and rewarding
For the eye of the naïve.
Work, health, friends, emails, future plans
Are ripening hidden in the green
Of hope and routine.
The duty and the honour
Of working and walking
While all i see
Is time going by
With no flavour.
Patiently i shout and consider
Possibilities and present chances
Inventing a new setting
For me, for us,
Where time is only in the background
And not so abundant.
A full day on my shoulders
And lots of satisfactions
Point towards a new direction.
Taking time to notice,
Each gesture is a responsibility
And a plan for the future.
I twist my time
Advocating for everybody
Ok this synthetic office chair.
I forget my story,
While I actively and furiously write it
Reach moment.
Frustrated by inaction,
I surrender to fantasy.
What tickles my mind
in this dark winter day?
Worries of career, fears of loneliness
This undetermined future of ours
Join forces and seed doubts.
I drop my anchor
In the small achievements in my wallet
And those tiny ideas shining in the dark.
Stepping in the icy air,
This Christmas hours my face
And wakes the memories
Of a whole year
Up.
A mosaic of feelings
and events to drop in silence
Lay behind the steps made
for the future.
Even today you can
Break free
Through the little break in their attention.
In that second others ignore,
You will change your path
And will never feel
Imprisoned on a sunny day
In a fruitless office.
Sitting and staring at the landscape
I don’t value these minutes
That can hand out joyful ideas
And first steps
For a new direction.
The train accelerates,
I slow down
What comes through the window
Is a gift and a tool
That chances and love
Send you today.
I have only a Narrow breeze
That can cross
And the empty air can still
Make me close my eyes and
Bear natural freshness.
Wine is in my hands
On a Friday with rain
And my heart jumps of joy.
Love and company,
Foods and future,
Plans and relaxation,
Joy is when the opposites meet.
Skinny stars of this night
I see you hiding in the far
But curious of our troubles.
Slowly you move
And it can only watch from this wet field
And discover my pray
For this peaceful situation
To settle
And return.
I have removed you
Grin your crystal pedestal,
Stupid thought of the perfect body weight.
I freed space and feel lighter,
Feelings of acceptance stepped in
And a realistic daily plan.
I cannot imagine myself
In thirty years
When i will have done my job
And pension will knock.
I hardly now envision what job
will require thirty years
And my will.
Like a blinded moth
I spin around in the middle air
Turning turning with no way to stop.
The excitement captured me
And I live the moment
With its silly giggles and ambitious prospects
For the future.
The thrill is on
After I actively pushed myself
To imagine a future
With its roots on the happenings of today.
Each day possibilities form in the space around me
And i only have to train my patience
As a gardener in September.
