Empowering

After I joined the ".. .." team,

it felt like a surreal dream.

Working for the solution,

maintaining human evolution.

But in the general absence of care,

rampant denial of responsibility

despite apparent acts of stupidity,

it all turned into a silly nightmare.

Pointing out the hypocrisy

in the obvious discrepancy

between noble words and foolish action

turned out be an unwanted distraction.

So I can only put my trust into the land,

as another of my stories comes to an end.

Heart-ripping ego-trippin

My invite to a cosmic dance

was greeted with a fighting stance

Your ego runs again the show

so I can only let you go.

When we were acting from the heart,

we had some really amazing start.

Tuning into the flow wasn't hard,

while enjoying love, life and art.

My love for you is still boundless,

yet it seems futile to address

joining our path to wholeness -

so far it produced quite a mess.

Your fierce reaction posed a real test,

I still continue to wish you all the best. 

The art of letting go

If I continue this craving 

for you, I'm only paving

myself a road to misery,

that ain't no mystery.

Instinctively, right from the start,

we connected deeply from the heart.

Soon our relation changed its kind,

and become a battle of the mind.

While I enjoyed our immersion

in soulful flow, it led to aversion.

Now, holding on to hopes in vain

will just manifest some more pain.

Whilst your ego runs the show

I can only let you go. 

Suchness

If you choose a life from the shelf

you'll block the path to your true self.

Life offers so much more variety,

than just to function in society.

Yet when your ego becomes your master,

life easily turns into a disaster.

The game of craving and aversion

prevents healthy energy conversion.

Once you tame that fearsome hungry beast

you will find true peace, at least.

You can stop swimming against the stream,

turning the re-occurring nightmare into a dream.

Don't be afraid to seek your art of living,

and life becomes the gift that keeps on giving.

Triple trouble / Alexithymia

You wished me into your life,

shortly allowing us both to thrive.

Two souls connected by touch

which soon became too much.

I knew I could only lose

by giving you freedom to choose

to decide with your mind or soul

I wanted you whole, and lost all

. 

I saw you shedding some tears,

while submitting to your fears.

I planted seeds of freedom in you,
would've loved be around for harvest, too.

The mix of cheap wine and deep sorrow

now has me waiting for a better tomorrow.

Fox in socks on the rocks

You told me about your desire to heal,

but that's not really what I can feel.

You provided me often with food,

and also your fast-changing mood.

Now I stand here with an empty hand,

still don't know what I had to understand

of the obstacles created in the distant past,

which stopped the chance of our story to last.

So my heart fills again with sadness,

walking alone through a world of madness,

waiting for love's resurrection,

another heart-felt connection.

I stay connected to you, my beloved fox,

hope you're happy after putting me in a box.

Sleepless night

Your life seems like a battle for control,

there's a fight against yourself inside -

you know that fight is just not right

and asked for help to become more whole.

We were mutually attracted,

and let our defences go

connected into effortless flow -

but very soon got distracted.

Control returned with a vengeance

and demanded plenty of distance.

The old ways came back and did much

to prevent more exposure to healing touch.

The door is still open, now you decide -

No jailbreak needed, want to step outside?

Liebeskummer

Our story was too good to be true -

if only I could stop loving you!

This torturing pain could go away

and my life would again seem okay.

You brought happiness back into my life,

I'd happily have chosen you as my wife.

I had millions of things for you to give,

'cos you gave me millions of reasons to live.

Now my heart feels empty and sad,

missing the special connection we had.

I'm way to numb to start to cry

I just know that I'm ready to die.

Our story was meant to last,

can't believe it ended so fast.

See you in the next life

When we first met, 

time didn't seem to exist.

The connection we had

was sheer impossible to resist.

I dared to love again,

couldn't fathom my luck.

I forgot all the pain

which until then had struck.

When you said good bye,

I didn't go mad.

When I saw you cry,

I still felt incredibly sad.

It was over before it truly began

the end hit me just like a van.

Interim

There's some shadows of the past

which seem to want to last,

fuelling again the futile fight

for what's wrong and what's right.

The straight gait becomes a sway,

won't those shadows go away?

Won't there be eternal laughter

of being happily ever after?

One step forward, two steps back -

is it really the right kind of track?

For as long as you follow the flow

your intuition guides you where to go.

Yet for each thing you've been shown

another million things remain unknown.

Querencia

Prelude

I'm playing the game of chance,

wanting my life to advance.

I had enough of luck's wrath

Just want to peacefully walk the path.

I had my fair share of the endless fight

about what's wrong & what's right

I can no longer stay in solitude

After steady increase of amplitude.

I see the tree tremble and shake,

in the game of give and take.

Deeply rooted to Gaia's core

That what I want of some more.

Yet it seem's like my life's predicament

is to remain in perpetual movement. 

Querencia

It seemed like coincidence

a random meeting of souls,

sharing o so many goals,

It turned into a cosmic dance.

Two hearts melting together

each of us of their own kind

thinking together as one mind

touch as light as a feather.

A common love of geometry

which shapes the universe

through which we traverse

brought our dreams into reality.

We were meant for each other,

For once, I stopped to bother.

Orenda

And so I decided to surrender

to a state known as orenda

named by an indigenous culture,

which was far from vulgar.

It's our divine spark,

which makes its mark,

in how we affect change,

and let all things rearrange.

It's a mythical force,

fruits of cosmic spores

to let us live in light

and to know what's right.

Will I find someone on this path

liberated from their personal wrath?

Accidental news exposure

By quite some coincidence,

just don't give it any relevance,

I watched the TV news today,

which lead my mind astray.

I heard the prime minister rant

we in Canberra can do what we want,

within in the law, within the law,

clinging to a desperate straw.

Parliament makes law, nothing else,

yet fascism puts on its hipster belts,

with a leader turned into a dictator,

obvious to the attentive narrator.

Yet I wonder if anyone will care,

or wait for yet another nightmare.

Warm and windy winter day with QFA63

Lineclouds appearing in the sky,

creating clouds not wet but dry,

you can watch them disappearing

to disguise the trace of geo-engineering.

Soon after witnessing another blaze

they melt into the typical white haze

that cover our skies once bright blue,

and prevents the sun from reaching you.

Certainly, that can't bring any harm?

It's just a little bit unnaturally warm,

bees and many trees are slowly dying,

but the powers that be wouldn't be lying?

Wake up to the world of today,

trust me, everything is okay.

There's no place like home

All that we need exists abundant,

yet I still feel a bit redundant.

Maybe I just shouldn't care

about those unable to share fair.

The universe will be the provider

of the experiences I need to grow,

so I learn to connect into the flow

and cease acting as the decider.

All roads lead to Rome -

as long as I keep travelling

fate continues its unravelling

to find a place called home.

The waiting will find its end,

once I find some helping hand.

Rainy day in June

My future seems uncertain like never before,

and my brain and bones feel pretty sore.

I love myself just when hating me

so tired of the game of wait and see.

All of my ambitious aspiration

has turned into bouts of desperation

while I acquired much more unity

I lack the sense of community.

A single cell of a large organism

that drifts one more time into fascism

I wonder - am I cancer or cure?

But I never can be sure,

how to play the game of life,

for as long as I survive.

No time for doubt

I decided to let go,

to dive into the flow,

to follow my heart,

for a fresh, new start.

O how i admire

those without desire

for a specific form

which fits into the norm.

Now I'm drifting,

need some uplifting.

It's freedom I won,

yet certainty is gone.

So I embrace the present

as a gift, with no resent. 

Midweek blues

O what a day

I'd like to say hooray,

but I don't know why

I feel I need to cry.

But the tears won't flow,

as I know I have to go,

I just don't know where,

and I can't stop to care.

I'm in a prison of some kind,

most likely of my mind,

it seems like a battlefield

I'm wandering without a shield.

Where's all the magic,

my life seems so tragic.

Just above rock bottom

While looking for the universal flow,

I hit an entirely absolute low.

My mind is racing, my muscles shaking,

I arrived at a point of breaking.

I wish I knew some magic trick

to bring back peace and love

yet I feel way too sick

to trust in help from above.

While the world keeps spinning

I can only dream of winning

back my trust in community.

While the birds are singing

my ears keep ringing,

waiting for a new opportunity.

Lonely peace maker

My imagination is running wild,

am I listening to my inner child?

My energy levels were soaring

yet I missed out scoring.

Instead I was presented a weird fight,

which robbed me much of a good night.

Great expectations went down the drain

and again I feel liking getting insane.

The universe pushes everything into place,

and I cannot at all influence the pace

of any event's evolution,

let alone that of a revolution.

If only I had known

the perils of the unknown.