Poetry gives me glimpses of the human ability to transcend existence. But sometimes you read something that tells you the meaning of the world and then you forget it. And then a while later you read something else that tells you the secret again; a cycle depending on your stage in life. I often read back; something at that time was really important, eyeopening or spiritual, but it doesn’t make sense any more. But it’s special; because at one point it meant everything to me in that moment.
