Mountains and Rivers are Speaking
Observations from years on the road
Collection of Poetry
I see the world
This seems to be my major occupation
And it seems to be kind of important, since when I do not see it, it is not there
As long as you see me
When I am gone
According to the original sense of the word, the nomad is in search of pastures, of food for his animals, thus nourishment for himself, his family, his clan.
Birds travel, fish travel, mammals travel, butterflies travel.
Before agriculture, we were traveling as hunters and gatherers.
Accumulation of things or storage of food was nearly not possible, thus you never took more than you needed.
Also the notion of personal possessions (including ‘my’ wife, husband and children) was quite blurry.
You depended on what the earth provided, and on each other, and you knew it.
If you spend a longer time in nature, this starts to make a whole lot of sense again.
Some seeds stay dormant for many, many years, before germinating at most unexpected places.
Sound easily travels up the mountain
Snow makes wind visible
jumping out of the river
A little cricket
It appears here, it appears there
Big old tree
You and I
What strange words are these