What remains, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. What, then, will remain If not the seeds of our deeds To find fertile soil? © Thorsten Becker
Across waters silent, there, reflecting, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Across waters silent, there, reflecting in a mirror smooth and silver My spirit sits amongst marble columns and wonders Why my soul sits on the other side, Like a husk, like a cast off hide. Why do we sometimes flee from ourselves, That fleshly temple …
Sepia dreams, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Sepia dreams, soft light Through a canopy of branches wide An otherworldly sight © Thorsten Becker
A lonely scene, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. And she walked in solitude Through the garden of silence On the day of the midnight sun Walked On another path to nowhere Passing the guardians of now And the remnants of the past As always The sands of time kept rushing Drifting beneath her feet Making …
Spring walk, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Golden treasures hang From lustrous silver branches Beneath moonstone sky © Thorsten Becker
The things most precious, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. The things most precious Are not the ones that shine and shimmer Like transient gold and silver pleasures But those that glow and glimmer Filling hearts, not pockets, with indelible treasures © Thorsten Becker
Poetry of the moment, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Time. A string of minute events, a stream of continues occurrences, carrying upon its waves life’s many stories, passing, fleeting, never resting. But within this stream storytellers stand, listening, waiting, observing, capturing little pieces, packing them away. A treasure trove of random moments, bits and pieces …
