Green Spring

Life starts again after a long winter

Long nights and the

Gray days are coming to its end

The hope returns

Madness is created

In the sunshine of spring

Lust and return to life

Is a hard and beautiful thing

What To Do

What do we do

When life

Hit us hard enough

When our patterns

Get the best of us

How to survive defeat and loss?

Only then the things that cannot

Be measured might save us

Like art, running or

Just being outside

In the miracle

That is nature

Presence of Life

Life has taken a different

Surprising turn, moving

Forward to a new future

Whether is better or not

Is unclear only the

Presence of the mind

Fully participating

May eventually save us

Playful Afternoon

Inside the bubble

Outside real life

Larger than life

Small minds growing rich

With money and confidence

A great way to live your life

Love is what you need

Money is what you get

Or loses because of

Lack of love

Killing Hills

The canons had just been silent

After a day of hard work

Killing people on the other side

We walked silently

Down the street

Watching the carnage from afar

Like in a dream,

The broken windows, screaming people and so much blood

All over the place

It was a that time to late anyway

To do anything about it

Being hardened by the war

Did not stop the slow breaking

Slow destruction of the soul

That would last for many years

The Middle of Life

Another night of self doubt passed

After an evening filled with quarrel

It was not so much love left

This life has taken its toll

Living for a long time on low energy

And little money

Very Surprisingly

The mind is quickly

Recovering in the

Lig of the rising sun

Living the Paradox

There are so many different ways to live

So many options in the world

Still why are we so trapped in our own perception

Of what is possible and

How to do things

How life should be?

In No Control

Taking the command

Deciding how life should be

What a beautiful illusion

How could that ever be

When you not in

Control of your own actions