The curious starlings, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.
Standing on our feets
Waiting here for all those peeps
Who will feed us treats
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These curious European Starlings can be found right outside the Amsterdam train station. While starlings are usually skittish these have become so used to people that they can be hand-fed.
There is an understanding between me and the crow, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.
There is an understanding between me and the crow
That whichever way I go
It will follow, caw and show
The movement of shadows to-and-fro
As I descend
And thus depend
On ebony wings well hidden from the light
Black feathers beating rhythmically in flight
On that stride
Down right
Into the night
Towards the deepest corners of my mind
When I sleep and dream and am confined
To distorted landscape, scene and sight
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Hence I look again, once more, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.
In a mirror across the street
I see reflections
Of life in light so bright
Wondering
Do I gaze upon the picture right
Or is it left that’s on the other side?
Should I focus on distorted lines
Or on those colorful designs?
Is there really any gain
Or do I look in vain?
What would life be
If everything I see
Was by distorted mirror’s sheen?
Could my judgment ever be keen
Or would many things be left unseen?
Hence I look again, once more
And here for sure
I suddenly see such beautiful thing
As lilac blossoming in spring
How could I not see, how could I miss?
Upon this lesson I shall reminisce
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Through twisted branches I find my way, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.
Can I really clearly see whereto I go
When only barely I know from whence I came?
And here I am, walking on that path
That swath through branches twisted
My eyes, my friends turned foe
But even so
No harm they do intent
Yet hindrance they may present
When conclusions they prevent
And therefore guidance I shall seek
Before I grow weary and weak
Well knowing that wisdom will be concealed
From those lingering in shadows deep and cold
Broken at times my path appears, that past
Bruised and scratched my skin, like markings
Which should rather be
On trunks of trees
For me to see
Decisions made along the way
That I may not doubt, may not sway
Though ahead and all around
Echoes call with twisted sound
“Tis a jungle”, they cry out
“Mere illusions, that’s what it’s all about”
“Stay with us, we know for certain”
“There’s no need to go beyond the curtain”
Intent they are on raising doubt
Saying there’s no decisive route
While they keep on talking, stalking
I keep on walking
Touching, feeling, not always seeing
When suddenly I watch shadows hastily fleeing
A way presents itself beneath my feet
For there is a path, a past of someone with advice
One that remains unseen by greedy eyes
Right behind that fence, that wall
Of twisted branches tall
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Midnight sun over a quiet scene, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.
Follow my footsteps
Come to where the midnight sun
Shines dimly by day
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