Flashing lights yelling on the sides,
but the path is clear and defined
by the bushes selling their thorns.
After the last page there’s no end,
yet the comfortable feeling that
all that comes is already gone.
On the old stone a wordless verse
repeats gently the wave’s teachings,
and again we forget we are at home.
– Be Centered –
Enamel on canvas
60x60x5cm
2015
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