On History

The history repeat itself

Creating endless

Monotonous patterns

Eternal questions and conflicts

Are being weaved to a huge web,

A carpet covering

Our mind and thoughts

We are here because

The great ecosystem, Gaia

Has put us here

Trapped in our own limitations

Our own mind

Still this is not true, sometimes

A surprise happens and we rise

Again and again

Above ourselves

Paradise

The sky changed colour

Became dirt gray

More than hundred people

Died that day trying to leave

Paradise the city in California

Was burning, only one way out

Everybody trying to leave

At the very same time

Their souls and body

Surrounded us in the city

As a sad memory

Remaining us that we cannot

Change so easy

A paradox of the mind

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

California

I see my life passing

And suddenly connecting

To other people’s stories

But where am I

In all this mess

Just drifting

On the great river of

Life and desires

Just so lost

The rest of my life

Might be bitter and sour

But I am proud that

Eventually I left for

Something completely

Different