Noise Machines

Being in the endless

Stream of action, feelings

And desires

It is a never ending story

Of love and loss

No time for reflection

A monotonous noise

Without meaning

Involving as many as possible

As much as possible

Stealing time and life

Only the extremely narcissistic

Or the wise retreats in time

Everything Is OK

Acceptance is a great idea

Easy to proclaim

When you don’t

Face the consequences

The noise, the stress or

The forced upon closeness

Not to mention the smell

In the morning of half drunken

Beer and the smell of cigarettes

On Writing

This is my backbone

My faith, my savior

My last stand

In a confusing world

Where the mess cannot be

Made up anymore

No it fills the entire

Room with its noise

Noise

There are many types of silence

An outer snowy one or

A dark autumn night silence

An inner quiet silence

seldom achieved

Our inner self is more

Noisy than a bustling city street

Filled with thoughts and impressions

Mindfulness

The silence of the mind

Is a wonderful thing

Searched for in so many

Places

Only to be found in the

Head of the dead or

Unconscious

As a living human

Being the only thing

To ask for is a little

Slower stream

More shallow water

Language of The Trees

We live in a noisy

World, everyone scream

Around you

Making big dramatic gestures

Meaning nothing or very little

To hear and see the miracle

Look down

Bend down

To the ground

Listen with your ear

To the ground

Learn the language of the trees

They will be your best

Friends