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?

Inter Planetary Intelligence

Sometimes we sense the other

Intelligence in our dreams

In our memories

They are there and we know it

Still their existence is a conundrum

A mirage on the wall

Or late at night

One day we might know

But still we will not be certain

If we were able sense

The others

Connect

There are many ways of being

Lost and lonely

Connection cannot be found

Easily with others

But it is always worth a try

Failing is better than not acting

Forgetting to Remember

We all need nurture

Finding hope and connection

With other people

For some this is easy

For other this is hard

I start from the beginning

Every day

And still this is not true

But it feels that way

Therefore

Remember to forget

Forget to remember

Processing and A Wall

The mind is rotating

In circles around itself

Lost in so many ways

Trying to find a way

To have it functional

A connection with everything

Inside myself

The Dots

Connecting and putting

All the dots together

Forming new patterns

Unknown but workable

For some time

Bringing back life

And connection to

Isolated mental villages

Building roads takes time

Building meaning even more so

Outside

All the time I

Have been trying

To get outside of myself

Reaching other people

Visiting reality

Before getting caught

By internal meditation

Being Connected

The first night

After the angel had left

Two men came into my head

While I was laying in my bed

They told me

I would soon be dead

Praying for my life

I took that fight

With hand, feet and fists

I tried to get away

But they had the strength

One of them put

A noose round

My neck

And very soon

I was really dead

Leaving that dark room behind

The memories started

To grind

And I did not sleep that night

Preparing for next nights fight

One night

An evil angel came

To visit my house

Sent by God

I received him

As a friend and a brother

(As if angels ever could be brothers)

He told me

I am here to connect you

With whole wide world

In your head

One by one

The humans will come

And tell their story

Until you are dead

How could I say no

To the will of God

From that day on

This is my fate

The Patriarch Circle

I recognise that story

The old patriarchy decides

What is right and wrong

Good and bad,

The other people stays silent

In the background

Avoiding conflicts at all cost

No contact with the contender

The incumbent patriarch

Rules until he falls down and die

Less and less flexible over time

The end comes and

The new patriarch repeat

The pattern

Maybe it is time to break this

Patten once and for all