Four seasons

Autumn

My head is resting on my left hand. It can't hold itself up anymore. My eyelids keep closing.
My brain demands rest. It wants to shut down every part of my body.
My heart pumps slowly, trying to tell me to run away. I don't hear it, my mind controls my heart.
I force my head up, it falls onto my right hand. My eyes close, my heart hardly beats.
Inside my head I feel a strong wind coming up that puts out the fires in my brain.
Logic has been saved, hopes and dreams burned down.
A peaceful breeze remains, it refreshes my warm head.
Everything turns black.

Winter

I wake up, more tired than before I slept. The fire yields in my brain.
My heart is beating fast but I can't feel my pulse.
My eyes are open. I see my reflection, what's my age again? Did I ever have a dream?
What am I doing? Am I happy? Am I unhappy? Am I satisfied or not?
Why does my neck hurt so bad? The muscles surrounding my shoulders try to break all the bones, they pull together. My bones crack but don't break.
I need something to set me free. Money? Women? Work? Exercise? Friends? Family? Wisdom?
Tell me, my head is exploding!

Spring

I step into the sun, my muscles relax.
They let go of my bones, my bones position themselves in line with the universe.
My muscles gently guide them into the perfect direction, my neck feels free.
My heart beats to a musical rhtym and sends blood through my veins.
My veins get thick, the blood races, I feel the pressure floating away from my head.
My muscles are filled with strength, my head feels light.
My eyes open wide, they invite the sunnlight in. Hush, enjoy the breeze.
The flowers and birds welcome me, the bees won't sting. Is this to be free?

Summer

My head is free, my skin sizzles. Drops of sweat join me wherever I go.
There is no tension, I feel as flexible as a little child. I jump into the water.
I run across the beach, I'm fast and strong as a leopard.
I welcome the small clouds, the breeze joining me this afternoon.
My heart overrules my brain, I enjoy my day. I smile, my lips are overrun with love.
I see the most beautiful human beings, I ignore the many ugly ones.
I take your hand and make you smile. I give happiness to all around.
No more autumn nor winter for me, the sun is what sets me free.

The road

Which road are you travelling?

Have you ever taken the time to think about it? 

Or have you always been too scared?

Perhaps you are just too dumb?

Are you content with your road? 

Do you want to continue this way?

Have you wanted to try another route?

Perhaps you are just too lazy?

Does it matter which road you are on?

Perhaps you just need some company?

Will any road set you free?

Perhaps you are just too weak?

Do you want your trip to end here?

Perhaps you just want to stay still?

Maybe go back for a while?

Perhaps you are just too afraid?

Do you want a nicer car for your road?

Full option to give you security?

With wheels of fortune?

Perhaps you are just too spoiled?

Do you want the sun to heat you on the road?

Don't you think the rain has some use?

Won't you need new sunglasses?

Maybe you are just too sad?

My advice: don't settle down just yet.

Do that tomorrow.

Start walking again today, perhaps run for a moment.

Maybe you find the road that will set you free.

Tree of Fruits

A society of men and women were living on the side of a brook. On the other side of this brook a tree was situated. It was a tree of which wise men said it was full of fruits ready to be enjoyed by men and women at their old age. With only one condition: when one would cross the border in search for other fruits that same person had lost all his rights to get fruits from the communal tree. And since from their side of the brook it was impossible to see if there were any other trees or fruits, no one took any risk. They all stayed on the side they knew. "Better safe than sorry" was their slogan.

When a young boy in the group saw the tree he asked the others if they already figured out a way to get to the tree. People looked upon him with frowned eyebrows, telling him that there was no need to get to the other side or to the tree.
"But don't you want to taste the fruist from the tree? Don't you want to enjoy them?"
"Oh, such a young man you are, you don't understand anything yet, do you? Right now the tree has not enough fruits yet, but if we let it grow then the fruits will be plenty for all and fall on our side without us having to take any risk."
"But don't you want to enjoy the fruits now, what is the use of your lives if you can't enjoy fruits?"
"Oh, but we get some fruit every now and then boy. And every piece of fruit we get, we enjoy as much as we can. But off course we look forward to our old age when the tree will give us plenty of fruits, so we can eat them all."

When the boy asked them if there were more trees on the other side, the elders answered him that they did not know. If there were, they were out of sight. And they told him about the risk of losing the right to the fruits trees by crossing the brook.

"I see. But just imagine if the tree would die, or it would not produce any more fruits?"
"Impossible! This tree is as old as we know, it won't die ever. So just join the group, help the brook to keep the land close to it fertil and enjoy the fruits when you are old."

The young man refused to stay in the group, he explained that he wanted to enjoy the fruits while he was still young, so he ran-up towards the brook and jumped to the other side. In front of the eyes of the others he grabbed an apple from the tree and jumped jolly further down his road.

"Such a fool, now he will never get any of the fruits later. Life will be hard for him, imagine if there are no more trees. That would be his last and only fruit... At lease we are sure that when we're old we'll enjoy our fruit-tree."

At an older age the once so young man returned to the brook he left at a young age -enjoying one of the many exotic fruits he found on his way-. But when he arrived at the brook he saw the tree had died and across the brook all that was left were hungry, defeated people, staring at the tree and waiting for a miracle to save them. A miracle that was never going to happen.