Pebbles - Wind & Salty Water

When night falls,

those whispers can't you hear ?

Salty water ...

Shape the pebbles.

Wind blow ...

Dust me off my thoughts.

I shall be cleansed in salty water.

I shall be dried by salty wind.

All those years ...

unshaped pebbles are my thoughts.

Salty water - wind ...

Carve my thoughts.

Δια τον Abdulah - ioannispk son of a long lost pirate

Martha

A Nail's Shadow

A nail casts it's shadow over old flacking paint.
It looks so dominating in this small world.
Yet it takes for just a hammer to cast it's shadow
upon the nail to dwarf it's short lived glory.

It's all a matter of scale !
In the cosmos man is dwarfed ...
Like cosmic dust, infinitesimally small
is blow away to an eternal cycle.

It's all a matter of scale !
In his micro-cosmos man is grandiose ...
Like cosmic dust, infinitesimally small
he shall be blown away to an eternal cycle.

An eternal cycle of learning and knowledge.

Eternity is a curse in human terms.
God help us find our scale ...
Like cosmic dust, infinitesimally small
blow us closer to improvement and
spare us from the eternal cycle.

Awaiting the wind

Crucifixion

Encounters

Pine with a view

Behind wind curtains

Nature is never boring