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A bunch of feathers By Matilda C.D.J. Van Wijk Sometimes adults just look like parrots made of plastic. Although they think they are the king and queen of earth. A needle prick — the air comes out, and the wind is playing with a bunch of feathers.
Bars By Matilda C.D.J. Van Wijk
Searching For The Hidden Dao By Jim Dao Hence searching for the Dao wait forgot the dao is unsearchable so hidden when you want to make a right turn the road is closed detour takes you to a left turn when you are waiting one year for the concert show it gets cancelled when you really want that new job your best friend tells you that job you really wanted is
given to your best friend the dao can be asleep when you are wide awake the dao can enter your sweet home soon as you leave your home the dao catches the next bus, train, plane after yours the dao sitting in the seat behind yours the dao can be under a beautiful rock or the dao can be above your beautiful head even the dao can take over your beautiful poetic mindset soul visions heartbeats essence flutter sparkle twinkles glows flow without you knowing it.
Furiously we’re pulling the bars of the cage. The cage in which we imagine to be prisoners. But iron can’t be bent by hands! A vague idea of wings is often floating through us. Wings... Flying... To be there, where borders are unknown... Little human, you’re dreaming of space, but you’re afraid of the width inside yourself! To go there without restrictions... THAT is freedom! It’s that terrible fear that keeps us encaged. Winter 2020 — Page 31
