SPARK OF LIFE (Sketches/Remix)


bird and tree


touching your branches with my wings

somewhere inside us

we are bleeding into one


looking at us


i see us without faces

without eyes


looking beyond

what can be seen


branches and wings


flying high – wings touching wings


looking down – wondering is it me and you I am seeing

– branches touching branches  – down there?


am I both bird and tree?

both you and me?

have we both branches and wings?


at the same time?

in the same being?


spark of life


gently circling leading and following


into the great unknown

from where we once came. There

is no hurry


having all the time in the world

being  all the time in the world


bleeding into one


we are the spark of life

before becoming the spark of life



floating on snowflakes

drowning in drops of water

resting in pulses so slow

that we hardly know we exist


but we do – just before the spark of life

becomes the spark of life




Written/sketched while listening to

Sudovian Dance by Marcin Wasilewski Trio w/ Joakim Milder

on repeat

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Ten short poems and two variations


i don´t read poems
they read me

soon they know me
by heart


a ring of wind

I offer you a ring of wind

It is only you who knows
When you wear it


it doesn´t matter

it doesn´t matter

that is why
it si so important


as i am

if you want to see me
as I am

you must remember
that you are also a part of the picture


love is not all

but without love
it is nothing



here with us
you can be
as you are

only if you are
exactly as us



we can meet
because we are two

we can separate
because we are one


the same in all languages
the silence between the words


another voice
the same words
other words
yet the same voice



my life is a jigsaw puzzle
where the pieces are created
as they are needed

right now I am busy
with a flock of clouds
in the upper left corner


two variations

me and you
are not all

but without us
there is no we


the same in all houses
the space between the walls


Fredrik Hossmann