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. |