Watching

Being inside myself

Watching the world

Pass by

With all it’s

Greatness and

Calamities

Like a film

De attached

In a state of continuous

Chock

While the number of years

Grow until

The eternal night falls

Did this ever take place?

Aura

We are mostly blind

Things are not visible

For the eye

Our senses well calibrated

Cannot see ultraviolet light or sense

Radioactive areas

Nor do we see bacteria or virus

We just accept that those things

Exist in reality together with us

Unlike dragons and dinosaurs

Aura is much more than that

A part of us, surrounding us

Our senses are connected

With the world

Aura is a part of that

But does it really exist?

The Depth of Life

Life is so divided

Polarized between

The social surface

The struggle underneath

It is seldom we see

The depth of reality

Like the bottom of the sea

But the depths are magic

Our journeys there are

Painful a loss of faith

But is the only

Way to go

Creative Loss

I am calculating my loss

As always it is difficult

To think, to have hope

But it is just a mode

A perception

Not reality itself

That will never be known

Or understood

Returning

Lost forever and ever

Lost in life

Living again and again

So many times

I got very tired

In the end

Moksha

Vague

There are many forms of nightmares

Some of them visible in full daylight

Tired of not sleeping

Being awake and having vague

Foreboding of something

Much more sinister

But the reality is ambiguous

Hard to interpret a deeper

Understanding

The Great Quest for Reality

I had this feeling of losing

Grip of reality

It seemed like reality had its

Benefits and deficits

The question is what is what

Dreaming is one level

True but mercurial disappearing

In the morning light

Only leaving slightly contours of memories

The repetitive world of every day

Is very much an illusion

When we leave it behind is just gone

Like a dream

Therefore my question is

What is reality and when is it really

Reality?

Dreamers

I live in my dreams

The daytime is just

A temporary nightmare

Surviving the morning and the

Night

Always on the way

Back to the reality,

My dreamworld

Awakening

Stepping out into the real world

It’s cold as ice in the middle of summer

Shadowy and shrank,

Fake and pretentious

Breeding the rotten stench

That is real, reality

Frozen death in a box

Gray Summer Sky

The relentless rain

Eternal and life giving

Will fall for 24 hours and

Returning the island to normality

Emptying it quickly from

Holiday makers and alike

Creating a silence only broken by

The rhythmic sound of rain

Falling on a corrugated roof

Communicating something or

Nothing in it’s hidden pattern

Bleaching the illusion of

Progress and meaning

The winter kept us warm

So that the summer

Would makes us wet and cold

Soon the summer will be over

Only the bitter rain remains

Whatever season

Falling

Throughout the millenniums

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