Note 6

A mind so feeble

Incomprehensible of what is unanticipated

Like the grains

Grains that hold in tact the dunes of knowledge,

Knowledge flowing by gravity between your fingers

A grain of sand, is the feeble mind.


Note 5: Lost…to be continued




Swakopmund, Namibia – Natache

Lost is man, who in himself, finds a lost woman…his reflection.

Who is he?

Who are his ancestors?

Does he have a soul?

A soul…soul lost. A man who finds his faith in a book, gifted to him by his enslavor. A figure of a foreign imagination so strong…

So strong, its stream watered his generations after him.

Lost is his society.