I am not here at all
I am far away
From where it sounds to me
The sound is the umbilical cord
On which I find back
To where is nothing left
And though the source of everything
Does time exist?
It stands still in me
Turns back
To and fro
I am displaced
To the source of the sound
That has been gone long ago


Extracts of my poems can be found next to the paintings shown on this website. I am currently working on a book which will also present a selection of my poems.

My poems as well as my art feed on my experiences in the non-ordinary reality.