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I am this

Who am I? I am this? I am that? Am I? I am?

This is the last day I see youAnd I have never seen you beforeYour reflection, sometimes light, sometimes shadow,It was always reflecting mirrors,We never metThis is the last day of youThe last day of me The world has endedit never formedA relict, that was never aliveBut vivid memoryAnd imaginationIn which we were phantoms,Seeking, chasing each… Continue reading The End

eMinor

This pure expression of vibrancydoesn’t careif its beauty is recognizedWhen there’s no ideahow it has to beThere’s justAlivenessPervading No name,no notionthat can meet itIt needs no validationto be,no reasonno goal It needs nothing to be everything. When you feel touched,there might be a sensation,like joyA bittersweet melancholyAn open, vibrating heart.Pulsation. Some sensationsyou might not likelike… Continue reading eMinor

What does it mean?

Meaning is part of the creation of the mind. Inherently, life has probably no meaning that can be fathomed. However, biological beings seem to be driven by survival instincts. Nature appears to be very raw when it comes to reproduction and food choices. Via the brains, these mysterious organs of humanoid organic beings, impressive minds… Continue reading What does it mean?

Passing

The heaviness will turn into lightness,leaving the narrow system of identity.attachment to the feeling will dissolve slowlyLiberation from the story,and those feelings become thendelicious,a source of intensity and creativity, of diving deeply without drowning.intensely alive with whatever does expressand all the colors are perceived and experienced with – sometimes bizarre – delightas they already start… Continue reading Passing

Doorwall

You walk through this door, and you are certain, there is a door, to get in, to get out, to get through. The path seemed so clear, what was clearly your soul, your spirit tribe, guided you, prepared you, since incarnations. You heard, you answered the call. It could not lead to any other place,… Continue reading Doorwall

Raw

In the construct of time – some years ago – it all shifted. Not that this has been a single event nor had it a beginning and was evolving. It was not something you would imagine or expect it to be in such a context. Not like that. Because the idea of this shift –… Continue reading Raw

Annihilation

I’m losing itForgot my nameMy rootsThe causeWhere did it all start?Where do I begin?When what whyBelongBecome Birth, a mother’s memory, long goneDeath, dissolution that has already happenedA story, that already ended while it is toldThis present moment is ever a relic Forever chased, forever left behindFutile attempts to grasp itBut it does not existA phantom… Continue reading Annihilation

Drowning

They appear as given direction and orderWhat you areHave to becomeWhat this world you barely know – except what you read, learned, and were told about –Is You are looking for your place to bePurpose and meaningSeeking what this is all aboutWhat they told youThese voices in your headNamed father, mother, teacher, masterGod and devilDemons… Continue reading Drowning

Abort 69

It is the last day in this warm, dark, humid place where there is no memory of a first day. It is a place of growth, of still-oneness, of unknowing, of the illusion of safety and security. I never want to escape from there, the idea of “I” or “escape” does not exist here either.… Continue reading Abort 69