Cold Morning Music

Frozen hope is in one way

Better than no hope

Coming to my abandoned

Room realising that

My life has been

Wasted and that

I could not do anything

About it

The music plays on

The News

Reading and following the news

All the destruction, corruption and

Thoughtless populism surrounding us

The bipolarisation of reality

Outside the spring is conquering

My world filling it with

Birdsong and flowers

Living the Paradox

There are so many different ways to live

So many options in the world

Still why are we so trapped in our own perception

Of what is possible and

How to do things

How life should be?

The Darkest Hour

Sometimes when everything

Feels hopeless and really is

When the pain is not just

Painful but more unbearable

When the need for hope is as greatest

But not available

Sleep comes a the great

Redeemer and liberator

Purifying the mind and soul

Evaporating the illusion

Of darkness into thin air

Inside us we are always

Infinitely more

Than what we feel and

Experience at this very

Moment

Hope

What hope is there left

What options are there

Known or unknown

The sun still rising

Christ has left his cave

Frozen Hope

Winter has not lost it’s grip over the city

The ice once again covers the lakes and medow

Spring is a playful thing not to be trusted

Still every day it is approaching

Illusions

All those options

That are just illusions

Have no energy for things

That drain you dry

And makes your action

Dirty

Fire

When hope dies

You die a little,

Life already so bleak becomes bleaker

The colour disappear,

Not expecting anything to

Change to the better

In an era of lost hope

The words of the politicians

Are more empty, meaningless

The power is in someone else’s

Hand

Playing with us like a careless child

Camino Real

Walking the Camino

Is difficult and easy

The road so long

From the border of

France, going through

An endless landscape

In northern Spain

Suddenly your feet gets

Sour and the blisters that

Grow is terrible

But you keep on walking

Knowing that your future

Depends on your ability

To reach the target, goal, stone,

Church or Ocean

Because the failure

Inevitably diminish you

It just to find another way

Getting home