A Place To Rest The Mind
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
The difference between
Being wise and mad
Is surprisingly small
There are no wisdom
No smartness
No sentence
No letters
All is just
A very great
Coincidence
In the afternoon
i don’t feel
Just am so tired
And still the sun shines
Behind the cloud
The pine-trees moving in the wind
Talking their own language
Making their conclusion
Is another time you know now
But what time is it?
What time is it now?
The time of hot, hot summer
And strange diseases
Or the time of other things
We don’t know
Around us
Around us
People are dying
We go around pretending
Is nothing going on
People isolate and procrastinate
Getting angry, drunk or sad
Anything to get out of the mad, mad place
That has become our space
To act
Wisely
Is not always
Easy
There are many forms of madness
As well as a great variation of wisdom
We never know where to start
Confusion is the gift of the Creator
It is even harder to know where to stop
When I was a boy
I dreamt of a brighter better day
A day when I wasn’t alone
A day of love and joy
But with age comes
Wisdom and the joy
The great joy of not needing
To share moments
With those not interested
Everyone in their own eco chamber
Makes a lot of noise
Only the silent trees offers
Remorse and peace
For a troubled mind
My grandfather told me
Timing is everything
It almost never works
But it is a great idea
Like most other fantasies
It sounds right and simple
Just do not try to implement it
The great evil fire octopus
Will get you if you do
Wisdom is hard to earn
The name of the currency
Is your life
Is your hope
That is hard to handle
This is not what I dreamed of
But this is my destiny
To pay a price
So high
That I will never make it
In the real world
That is the price of being
Called “Wise”
This is
Something
Very different
Empty spaces
The path to wisdom
Is obscured by
All the things
Surrounding us
When we stop
Walking the path
Disappears
Movement is direction
If nothing else
the world turns on a word
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