Missing Piece

Magic movements

Meaning

Mediations meditation

More easy than a little life

Midnight Poem

The turning point

Was not a turning point

Just a reason to move on

In the same direction

Restless and relentless

Trying to solve

The same problem

The same way as before

The Poem at midnight

Will not tell you that story

Again, sorry

Before the War

This is the time before

When things are in the making

The moment of prewar

Before the big disaster

All around us

Plans are being made

Secret attacks and plans

Destabilizing and changing conditions

We pretend everything is normal

While they are starting to destroy us

Our life, time passes

In the end we do not know

If war will start or not

Until we are in the middle of it

Bleach

Bleak light through thick clouds

Makes the world grey

The future looks bleak

I try to turn

Around without being

Able to do it

Feeling weak

Incapable of changing my life

Just not this time

This life

New Skies

Outside and inside

What we are

What we could be

This is it

This is now

Still changing into

Something different

Not like now but still

We are never the same

We never enter the same

River twice

The sun shines

Whatever happens

Heraclitus

Realizing that change

Is inevitable

No return

Pain is the name

Of that game

Shame and fear

All the things are

Connected

Still isolated