spacing

by walterdoege

I don’t have time…I try to count with my hourglasses…but I have some space…be my house…be the city…be the streets…my house is a shelter…my house is a built…peoples need a house…to spend the time within the family…within friends…time is more abstract, space and distance are more concrete ones…the streets and the city shall be an extension of a house…like a big house where we can live in peace…and work in peace and good will…it seems there exist some architeture of a house, and of that big house, the city…the earth…a house done of bricks of earth and labor…with strong roots, and strong roofs…however, a house must be also a home…I don’t have a home, I am a piece of a home…the toghetherness is a home…a house with love is a home…a trustful and grateful house is a home…I live in a home…you live in a home…we can live in a home…architeture is do empty spaces…how can imagine empty time?,…the good labor is fulfill and nurture that house with love..is feed with love these empty spaces…then, almost suddenly but smoothly and slowly we can enjoy and inhabit a home…I can buy a house…can I buy a home?,…can I rent a home?…I can not sell a home…a home is not a property…a home is some farmyard space and some restfull garden…some seeding space, some harvest place…seeds of love…joy and peace harvest…when I come out my house…I got with me the hourglasses, the clock…to timing the time…but which direction?,…I got with me a compass…the direction is solely one…the love road…the love enjoyment…the share of good ones…the share of loveliness…that shared place, home…that beloved place, home…spacing love, spacious love…the common ground…the common horizon…more than a place, stand in the loving road…keep on the love track…anyway, there’s only one compass…the compass of our shared goodness…our shared love…our trust…good trust…one compass, one love…to all peoples…one direction: humanity…humble labor…this is our home, lovers…just stay alive in!…please everywhere as our skin…come on…lets stand toghether…as individuals, as a home…one home…plenty of goodness…the doves over the roof are telling about freedom, peace, joy, and ever love…ever trustfull and gratefull sentiment…a home is a sentiment…an amorous sentiment is a home…some loveland…beyond time and space…some lovely flight…and the care of humanity…roll on, loving road…lovers, keep on loving…roll on, loving river…the soften path…the common path…not only in my head…love ahead