May 17, 2020
At the northwest coast of Denmark in the small town Løkken not far from my parent’s summerhouse, I was sitting 50 meters from a bunker which carried a large canon in the Second World War. Built by the Germans for defense by killing. Now this place is all peace, quiet, and beauty.
As the world should and could be.
Just listen (Poem)
Silence
And listen
It’s the sound of world
World is sounds
If we listen
The wind whispers wisdom
Without you mentioning anything
Just listen
It is spring
Water springing from a fountain carried away by the wind
Walk away
Walk
The water in the wind would not feel your disappearance
Close your eyes
Breath in
And listen
Listen
Something is bouncing
Fighting
Melting
Crying, within
Listen
Listen to the sound
It’s you, isn’t it?
It is you
Like the wind
Carrying the water from a fountain in the spring
You will one day be missing
Like everything
Listen
Just listen
/Jesper Munk Jakobsen
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