Wednesday 2 March 2016

A media vita poem by Marjoleine de Vos

in the midst of life

And it could so happen, unexpectedly
that the everyday place sign
became illegible. Through snow or mist
or because you no longer knew where
you were in present and past, or
what represented ground, what sky.
What exists is exclusively what’s been lived
in the spirit, says church father A.
Outside there is nothing to see than the view,
completely changed into always the same.

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