Ecclesiastes 1:13 

13 I devoted myself to search for understanding and to explore by wisdom

everything being done under heaven.

I soon discovered that God has dealt a tragic existence to the human race.

 

 

No secrets

 

Words slowly pour out on paper ... are these of self?

Is it me that empties ... the troubling of the heart?

Or are they from beyond me ... somehow through inspiration

Is that regularly to be ... with subconscious’ intriguing part?

 

Should all things be sensible ... or just written in the sand?

Many things of the past burned up and are lost in time.

Are thoughts just a remembrance of what has already been?

Maybe a reach towards the future from a past just worth a mime

 

How to set a value ... of what really has already been?

To become a treasure or a curse ... in the eye of the beholder

Somewhere to be stashed away ... in places long foreseen

By one traveling through life ... dragging a pebble like boulder.

 

 

Jan Wienen