Little white feathers

I look for little white feathers
In any type of weather
In grass or in heather
Little angels all together

They are never the same
I gave them little names
Like Noel and Joel
Or even Tinkerbell

Little feathers a story they tell
Angel words they spell
For me they are stellar
The naughty and the belle

What else can I say
With letters we play
I keep them in my note-book
A place where I often look

Wat do we really “Own”

Sometimes we are a “clone”
Of our own
Fading away from our core
Fighting an inner war

We may OWN things very pretty
And hang on to stuff really shitty
Seeking for the meaning
Of our well-being

We OWN our integrity, personality
Have our “own” ┬ádignity, ┬áliberty
No need to discuss
Because we “owe” to us

We don’t have to spend one cent
To buy “it” or to pay any rent
Banks may find it worthless
But for us it is priceless

Wall Street might not have any interest:
WE are the “property” in which we should invest



There are days when we are bored
Our energy system seems “floored”
Not caring about things you adored

Wanting to do nothing at all
Not even going to the mall
Or making that phone call

Just hanging in a chair
You don’t even care
About your messy hair

In life we need to be very busy
Rushing into the city
Attending every committee

Do we ever ask ourselves why?
So let boredom-days just pass by
Just accept them with a big sigh

The dance of life

In life we dance quick quick slow
“Dancing” the Salsa and the Tango
Depending on decisions we make
Our lives can twist and shake

Sometimes we fall over our feet
Feeling bittersweet, incomplete
Then it is time to take a seat
Listen to the rhythm of the heart beat

It feels great when we shuffle
As a happy couple
But in life it is a “no go”
When a foxtrot makes you feel low

No matter how or where we “dance”
In China, America or in France
“Dancing in life” together or alone
ALWAYS be sure it feels as your own