Our Being

Silence is a good thing

It makes us listen

To our selves

Whatever we hear in

The silence

Our angst, circular thinking

Leftover memories.

Let it be

Just listen beyond that

Noise

Late Conclusions

The party is over

Since long time

The people left

Forgetting what

They left behind

Worn down leftovers

Fighting the wind, rain and snow

Changing color as the green mold

Takes over, a small community of

Different plants and creatures

Soon other tables and people will take over

Or not, it does not matter

The relationship, however not clear will always

Remain as an anchor and hope

Stones

There could be other ways

You are important

Just because

Or not

Do not define me

Or my importance

I am just like the stones

Temporary here for a

Very long time

Flair

Trying to forget

Who I am and why

The night is full of options

Even though it is cold here

I am hallucinating green and blue flowers

In a dessert landscape

On the bottom of the sea

I am floating

Happily until

Morning

Early in the morning

This is a repetition and

How many times have I not

Been here

Finding myself sleeping on the floor

Only to wake up early in the morning

Regaining hope and trust in life

Without any good reason

Mind, soul and body

Quiet night, the reality is far away

I do not need to engage in anything

Create and listen, write, think

Ensemble myself together again

I am a little bit more me now

And it is ok

Soon I will lose myself again

But for the moment

I am more spirit than body

Mending

Healing means put together and unite what has been broken

But all the pieces just keeps on falling apart

A dead flower is dead not ever to blom again

But how to know what is dead or just very broken

Trying to mend what is broken with any tool I can find

But without understanding any tool is useless

You cannot make a flower blom with a hammer

The trap

Most things are meaningless

In the sense that they keep you looked to habits

They are not tools for development but for

remaining where you are

While being looked in my own mind

I considered different options

And enjoyed my mind going in narrow circles

Only the distant roar of the ocean saved

Me from myself

Big Ma

Change and overrule

I recommend, do not have any rules

You will be ruled anyway but in other ways

Freedom is restricted but not in the way you think

The answer to your questions are all in the head of gigant turtle

She lives in a part of the Pacific that few men has seen

But sometimes her spirit make journeys in your dreams telling you strange things

From a distant starsystem