Hungry
Hungry for quiet
For the gentle dance
Of leaves in the wind
Hungry for butter
For the gentle pleasure
Of doing nothing
With a slice of buttered toast
Hungry for life
In a unrestrained way
Impatient for it to
Happen all at once
Life is hungry for life
Le Siècle des Lumières
Perhaps we need The Light again
The light bringing nuances to the obscure polarised view
The light we can find in unexpected places
On Risk
We have to be a safe space and
We have to take risks
From and with love, we play the game of Risk
Layers
How much do we experience life through a soft layer?
How much do we face the hardness underneath?
How much can the soft layer we view the world from shift its core?