Mind The Box

Thinking outside

The box

Maybe the box

Does not exist

It could be a

Blue bag

Containing unpleasant

Things or thoughts

Still it is useful

To think and work with thinking

Bad Day

Monday is a terrible day

Losing itself in it’s greyness

Night and day mixes into

An eternal dusk

While people getting back

To work through

Overcrowded streets

Wasted another week

And realise this when I

Get back to the reality of

No plans

Sunshine

The inner freedom might be

The only one, but outside

Here there are none

The only way to change is

Not to change,

A conundrum

Sad places of the mind

Eternal sadness and a

Great wound

Still so peaceful

In the rain

Magic Cash

Money is like magic

When you have it

And earn it

Everything feels normal

And you only need to follow

A path to more money

However dreary the work is

It is there but when

You lost your work

Is like being lost in woods

You walk and do not

Find a way or an income

And it takes forever

Until you eventually

Find a tiny road

You start to doubt

Yourself and your ability

All criticism seems so threatening

Correct

The more you trust the critics

The worse it gets

It is a trick and a trap

Still the sun is quite

Trustworthy

Reading Circle

We just don’t understand each other

Me and my friends

Reading books together

Still not together

We read the same book

Still not the same book

Talking about the book

Still we don’t understand

Each other

Surface and depths

Structure and details

Perspective on Life

Life is getting slower when you grow old

The stories and dramas repeats itself

Every human thinks he is unique but

In reality we are just copies

Replicating patterns known from before

With some small variations

Accepting this is freedom