February 7, 2017

Autobiography


I was small when I was born. Later
I grew bigger and started school, where
we learnt to read and write, and
we learnt about God and Jesus, but
I never believed that stuff, and
that's a pity, because otherwise
I could have been a Catholic, and
I could have become a monk, and
I could have lived in a monastery,
between old stone walls,
in a library with thick books, in
slow and peaceful contemplation.

(Picture taken up north many years ago. Sometimes it feels like it would be nice to just jump on a ferry and go ... with someone somewhere in summertime)
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