Filled Up

I am a wessel

Nothing more or less

Filled with the garbage of our time

It’s hope, fantasies and illusions

I act upon what I understand

I bully myself upon the belief

That our unfortunate is

And that failure should

Be punished by death and misfortune

The religion of our times

The Tipping Point

Our vision changes

New passions new fears

Nothing remains the same

Still almost everything remains

The surface and the depth changes

What we talk about changes

Unthinkable things like

Talking about sex or admitting

Psychiatric diagnosis in public

Becomes the new normal

Our patterns stay the same

No one will see us

Because in all that visibility

We are invisible

Only the cold stone

In the bottom of the cave

Confirms in their own way

Our physical existence

Disruption

Our life’s are filled with control

Disruption are part of that control

Changing our behavior and thinking

Life tend to be even more controlled

Afterwards until there are so much

Control that freedom is the exception

That is a truly destructive illusion

Fitting our time and mind

The waves tell a different story

Impermanence

Everything will end eventually

That is the very nature of things

While we are here

Life seems so permanent

When in fact everything

Is floating on the

Waves of time and matter

The Great Illusion

Reality is the best thing

Still a really great illusion

So many holes in our perception

We change ways and our mind

Is always lost in that situation

We are lost in ourselves

Whatever we do

Our mind is our prison

Re

Chains

Trapped in the dreams

Created for us

By all the others

Our family, nation and faith

We lived in invisible chains

Limitations

The mind is very limited

Resting on old assumptions

Fantasies and distorted conclusions

All that is good

Just enough

When I drink my tea

During

Sunset

Sunday Misery Mystery

This is a truly

Bad day a time

For failure

And suffering

But…

I am enjoying the sun

Why waste time

On trying the illusion of success

When life is just outside the window