Forest

Happy to leave

The crazy city

Finding peace of mind

Under the gigantic

Fur tree

Like a protection

From an unforgiving

Sky

Memories

Lost spaces, places that I loved

Extended cords

Parts of leaves, grass and flowers

They are all still there

Life goes on without me

Soon I will be forgotten

Only me carrying the memories

The sorrow and grief

The lies and power games will triumph

But I am free to follow a different path

A Memorial To The Sun

The sun brings up memories of happier days

That will not return with or without the sun

A cold and intensive light colors the morning

Time is forever, because the time to change

Has gone away long time ago

All that is to be done now is raging, raving, running

I will not solve anything because the block

Is bigger than me, stronger than me,

Eventually it will kill me

Sometimes

The best thing is the sun

Gone for most of the winter

To get to know the heating strokes

Again

It is an awful place to live

Your life in darkness

Takes it’s toll

Will is not being

Done for you

In this

Cold early spring

The Way, Camino

The long road, demands an explanation

A reason to walk the dusty path

Tired, long time after sunrise

Being inside the house that is crumbling

I watched the sun moving over the sky

Preparing to heal and reach the ocean

Still dreaming more than being awake

I opened the door

And left

Sun

Traveling across the oceans

To meet you

For such a long time I

Missed you and in my life

Living in the land of long winter

And shadows.

You are only a bleak remainder of

What life could be

Please let me live in the sun and

Be free

Now

The cold red sun rises

Just a little above the horizon

Creating an illusion of day

Icy streets and stairs reminding

Us of our vulnerability

Moving carefully on our way

To face the daily perils of the world

The long workday promises only

The darkness of a cloudy night

When we eventually leave

Late in the evening

A Moment of Shadow

I am just a shadow

Of myself

Looking out through

The window

I could be so much more

But here I am

Almost invisible gray

Time has past and a lot of things

Is not possible anymore

Still the light from the rising sun

Shines at my lap

Heating cold bones

The Mad Gurus Thought

Wisdom is a strange thing

When you think that you

Got it,

You don’t

That is an illusion

Being smart is like killing all the fish with dynamite

Killing everything and everyone

Being wise you have a net with big holes that let

The small fish grow big

But maybe even that isn’t wise enough

Feeding the fish, let it grow is better

But the best thing

Is to stay on

The land

Growing your carrots

Discrete Murder

Deep roots

Craving water

Running under

Our feet’s

We do not know them

We do not care for them

Until

They makes us fall

Like helpless children

Or very old men

Crawling for mercy

Striving for safe places

Ignoring the fact

That there are no safe spaces

All around us is nature

Nurturing us, killing us softly

From within