i break the ice for your bath

your beak is to delicate for the task

the yellow of your feathers

reaches me with the full power of sun

the surface ruptures

in a gesture made of pleasure

november my love

i walk to the island

to find the direction of wind changed

things crack and crumble

i try not to draw conclusions

by the grace of a painter

a splash of watercolour remains

at the edges

at the tips of conciousness

asphalt

steel

stone

i trace your outlines with my fingers
your roots
your bark
your crown

hide in your peace
as i study
the intricate lace of your canopy

the entity of a thought is porous
it grows along your branches
connecting the particles floating

conclusion expands beyond cells
beyond your inflorescent form

Democritus created atomism alongside with his teacher Leucippus. They believed in the limitless existence of worlds that born and perish. For Leucippus and Democritus everything was founded on atoms and void, all else exists only in the imagination.

unfolds a new leaf
of conclusion

in the conclusion a priori
particles form all structures

humidity high under the glass roof
in the green around the green around my being
drops land in a choir

atoms arranged
you unfurl in a song only i can hear

Leucippus and his student Democritus suggested that all things are formed by atoms, minuscule indivisible particles that exist in a void. Leucippus and Democritus proposed that in the beginning there was only the movement of atoms in a vortex and the cosmos was born in the collision of atoms.

flicker little light

the island of dogs
is engulfed by fog today
hiding from my gaze
are the sleepwalkers
of the shores

the unknowing

they are like the structures of piers
that winter left bare

the gravel path is reborn under my shoe
as the soul weaves the body’s construction together
i am only ever becoming

they left roses for the one who crossed the stream
souls flicker only their time

Panta rhei, everything flows. Heraclitus is known for the concept of flux applied to the excisting. According to Heraclitus, logos (meaning word/discourse/reason) is the regularity in amidst change. The reality for Heraclitus was always flickering, like a flame.

in the days after my own
the central fire will nourish you
know that i knew
that all was connected
woven into the fabric of cosmos

will your truth make me free

unbend in the ether
my soul is vaporized by the harmony
of what is limited and limitless
which of these is my soul
the silver river released in the atmos

i feel you beyond millennias
your outlines already drawn in the shadow of my room

will your truth make me free

here are my words
feed on them
the idea will grow in you

let them know that it burns the flame for us all

Philolaus, you understood that Earth wasn’t at the center of the known universe and stated that Earth revolved around a central fire. Your ideas fed the minds that were pivotal in the transition from geocentric to heliocentric model two thousand years later. Philolaus, your written word still inspires.

interpretations of dreams
and on dreams
the minute of dewy leaves and morning mist
there is always water
and the drift of streams
in spheres the celestial harmony sleeps

awakening the landscape
you row through the scales
you feel numbers as the thought steeps

to you the ascending moon smiles
no equation between you and your myth

Pythagoras, you took an interest in the mathematical nature of music. For you community building, learning and teaching were an inseparable part of a meaningful life. Pythagoras, I study your thoughts through the lens of your enigma.

a b o u t

”Earth Ground Soil” is visual abstractions by a lover of words.

Traveling on the slow path to visit the luminous minds of philosophy.
Writing a poem to keep as a souvenir.
Capturing the visual to connect now with then.

Writer is a teacher of language and a student of the aesthetics of thought.
Living, writing and recording memories in Helsinki.

i dive under your wave
in the eternal seas of being
i seek

your patterns form
for those who swim
in infinite gates of moments

time hides in geometry
the beginnings entangled with ends

i hear you
until the foam breaks
until the wave breaks

Melissus of Samos, you wrote in prose by applying formalized logic and thus being one of the firsts, or the first, to do so. Melissus studied metaphysics and set out to prove that existence is one and remains unaltered.

follow my lingering tread

to the forest where logic kisses the senses
and the world blossoms in illusions

the motionless air holds us under the sage canopy of sages
traveling objects float captured in minutes born obsolete

we reach the halfway
and the half of the way

appearances dust their pollen coats

find the stillness in each tissue
in the halfway of the halfway
in the infinity between you and i

a curtain of evergreen is lifted

Zeno of Elea, you have been called the first dialectic and the first to work towards a mathematically proven concept of infinity. Your argumentation took roots and beyond.