The Life In Appolonia

Rain rather than sun

Grounded rather than spaced out

Minimalist rather than baroque

Snow rather then heat

A slow pace of life

Will not solve anything

Neither will reason

Or calculation

But leaving Apollo and

Dionysius

Behind in their eternal

Struggle

Outside the Dream

Waking up is always painful

A meaningless

Interruption of the dream

Life is a form of suffering

Given to us

Not by a merciful God

But a punishment

For something unknown

Maybe we just happened

To be clay, available

To an almighty creator

Indifferent to us

Most of the time

A past time for an

All powerful force

Already bored

Downsizing

Stepping down

From the position

Good life and money

Needed

The same old story

Repeated again and again

We start out rather well

But the waves takes the beach

Soon the land and safety is gone

Only water remains

Were there once stood a city

Land is hard to keep

When the sea is at work

Long will it be remembered

In legends and fairy tails

Round trip

Eventually we all

Bounce back to ourselves

Are old personality

Shines through as

Our weaknesses and faults

When the conditions

Gets bad enough

But when we are

There at the bottom

Then what do we do?

Life Flow

What ever I am

Wherever I go

Life changes

Like the water in the river

Always renewed,

Always the same

Outside The Box

I am an outsider

Far from the safety net

The air is better outside the box

Playing and rejoicing out in the free

All that fear is gone

The Inner World Journey

When the outer world is to hard,

To dangerous to deal with

The inner world is still here

Wherever you go

More or less present depending

On the place and situation

It follows you and it is

What really drives you

Presence of Life

Life has taken a different

Surprising turn, moving

Forward to a new future

Whether is better or not

Is unclear only the

Presence of the mind

Fully participating

May eventually save us

The Mighty City

Slowly the days passes

Into darkness

Sterile grey days in a northern

City of rational reasons

Limiting options and human sympathies

We live here as prisoners of Descartes

In the very city were he died

Every philosophy, every philosopher

Dies in this city at the end of the world

Only the frail memories remains

Forever frozen