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Searching for a new way

Another way of being me

A better pattern

With more freedom

Than before to act

To play, to live

The Only Soul

Stress isn’t a relief

Just a bit of thinking that

Affects your body

A pattern for survival

A way to live

Exist in a complex

World

That eventually drains

You up because

We have only one soul

And it’s need to be

Taken care of

Gently

Places for Self-Destruction part 1

The family is the most destructive way

To live if it is dysfunctional

Toxic and confrontationa,

There are so many patterns, way of being

That makes you shun away from

Being in the middle of contradicting

Desires and demand

Leaves the soul empty and neurotic

Striving for a better life

But the scars are deeply ingrained

And soon enough

You fine yourself in the smae

Or similar family patterns

But with new people

Time to break up again

Pressure

Everyday the stress is the same

The eternal repetitive

Pattern of change

Getting up, leaving the house

Entering the social world

Behaving in an expected way

And then again back

To the life hidden from view

With all its conflict and fears

What am I doing here?

The answer is of course the same

As in all ages and time

Helping the pattern to repeat itself

The life remaining in place

Is it good or bad

No it just is …

Inside the Labyrinth

Losing my sense of self

Who I am

What I want

Everything becomes unclear

I am very lost here

With people very busy

And focused on them self

The pattern is built on pain

Avoiding and giving

And shame of course

Habitual Destruction

All that commotion

Energy being put into

This eternal pattern of

Being a victim

And then eventually

Repeating it all over

Again and again

Like time had not passed

And the river not moved

On History

The history repeat itself

Creating endless

Monotonous patterns

Eternal questions and conflicts

Are being weaved to a huge web,

A carpet covering

Our mind and thoughts

We are here because

The great ecosystem, Gaia

Has put us here

Trapped in our own limitations

Our own mind

Still this is not true, sometimes

A surprise happens and we rise

Again and again

Above ourselves

Fidelity

The spring is finally here

Fidelity to the patterns

Since long time engraved

Guarantees the same outcome

Year after year

Prisoner in my own prison

The day passes quickly

A the night is sleepless

Doubting I ever brake this

Destructive pattern

A miracle is needed

A miracle will not come

The light is the sky and

Earth is black

Anxiety on Ice

Sometimes you are trapped

In your anxiety and worry

Fearing the worst

Expecting the apocalypse

But in reality

Nothing happened

You are trapped by

Your own fantasy

Into a world of horror

When this happened

A hundred times it is

Recognisable