Connect

There are many ways of being

Lost and lonely

Connection cannot be found

Easily with others

But it is always worth a try

Failing is better than not acting

Summer

So much noise

The mind is lost

In distraction

Missing out almost

The beauty of the

Small world

Starting Point

There are many forms of madness

As well as a great variation of wisdom

We never know where to start

Confusion is the gift of the Creator

It is even harder to know where to stop

Playing the Game

Achieving new rewards

In order to sustain

What is unsustainable

The illusion of being

A winner while losing

The things that matters in life

A great way to go on

Not changing a bit

Remaining in the same position

Competition

My father told me how to lose

And leave things behind

Every Friday he had to win

Every Friday we played badminton

I being smaller was an easy match for him

One time things turned out differently

We went skiing in the mountains

The bitter cold at top and gray sky

Made him challenge me

-First to the bottom wins he said

And off I went

Fearless down the hill

He came far behind

I won not by 100 meter

But maybe 400 meter

He never spoke about it

Again

Changing Stories

Creating a new narrative

Another story about myself

About the world

Forgetting that

Life moves Within its own dynamic

Very different from what we

Know and want or understand

Being a short lived flower

By the ocean

On Magic

Magic is a strange thing

Working best in

Your dreams

Reality is another thing

Making the options

More limited

Flying is very hard to do

As well as moving rocks

By the mind

Or using telepathy

(A telephone works

Much better)

However reality remains

The dreams always evaporate

Continuity is the most powerful

Illusion of reality

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The Spring War

The war started

Early in May

Being lost a surprisingly

Quick speed

We hid in our basements

Trying to make the most of it

But when the heavy rains

Started in June

We had enough

By then the war was over

But the problems remained

So we took our last money

And went to the mountain

Being treated as outcasts by

The locals

We spent the evenings

Discussing Nietzsche and kept

To ourselves

In the autumn we returned

To the city with

A completely new view of the world

Sunday Pastime

Travelled to the other side of the moon

To drink some tea

With the old Chinese man

The weather was the same as

One billion years ago

We sat on his porch

Throwing GPS marked stones

A mile or so

(Gravity is a bitch sometimes)

Got into a quarrel on

How to interpret

The journey to the red gorge

A truly intellectual undertaking

Made another summer

Thousand years ago