The Return To Despair

Trying to find reasons

To have some hope

But there is nothing

To be found here

Just a lot of people

Busy with their

Own mind

Just like me

Wasted Wisdom

Hope is a great quality

Hope is the best of drugs

Creating an illusion

Of what is possible

To do or not

Breaking the routine

Of heavy depression

Returning deeds

And actions

To the meager

Reality of patience

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