It’s easy to compare yourself
and feel lack
But know that
there is no absolute good and bad
The things you are going through
Are giving you something
that others don’t have

Every point of the journey is beautiful
And wherever you are on it
Follow your love
And just be
And enjoy
Life

Oblate spheroidal
Mass of rock
A being that sprang
From the void, with others
A dull speck in the blackness
Of space.

A lone island of azure skies
Verdant plains and mountains
An atmosphere dominated
By nitrogen
A haven of self-organizing
Critters, bacteria
And its oceans: the primal womb.

So precious, yet so fragile
A mote suspended
In a starry backdrop
Rotating its way towards
Its predestined fate.

Such beauty is our home
A lonely traveler
Lost in the wastelands
Of space and time.

The line of light from that morning glass
Is singing a song about us
It cries sometimes for this tender love
And will soon die under the natural path

For the fire that burns in us
We dreamed and lied for love
Yet when the rain pours down on us
We can only see the silhouette

In that dark silence
We questioned the light
And perhaps it doesn’t matter
Where all this end up

There are things in this life
That can’t be explained or understood
Something so fundamental and divine
That it disappeared and unified
Deep into our being
Into our soul

In that valley of darkness
I await you as nothing
No need or desire
Only being
Only love
Only...

Be not to be

Like not to like

The same old song

Replayed in time

The same old game

In which i am played

By golden lies

That wax and wane

Falling to rise

To sprout as life

O morning flair!

Come new red light

Just show me how

To fight this fight

Unknot the knot

Untie what's tied

That one makes two

And two makes one

That nothing's wrong

When all is done.

Being forced to ''run away'' because of not having a place to stay almost felt comfortable.
When you can't be comfortable anywhere.
Not with all the many painful things hitting.
Over and over day and night, so many feelings and complicated thinking...
In the end it will all fall into place, I know but it's so hard to function with all these things in the way!

Being forced to run away because of not having a place to stay.
Nothing to lose, all that matters is love and music.
Maybe some day I'll land somewhere and be able to love that.
Love being there, being there with someone and loving with all my being.
But if I can't be living, let me do something that is worth something to the ones I love.
I love how we got through life so far, we have come so far.

I love who you have become, who you've been and just who you are.
But when I look at stupid me, the naive person I had to be I can't help but hate her for all she didn't know.
But I understand why she was like that, I just never knew why it had to be.
Why was my journey so rough?
Why is yours rough too?
Journeys, worries, pain cause it's blurry and you don't know how to get through the smoke.
Am I the devil's toy or joke?

Does the universe hate me?
Can the universe not take me?
Am I feeling to it like I'm feeling right now, how I've been feeling all my life?
The fighting was good and all, very insightfull.
Let me go.

Being forced to run.
Being forced to run away.
Run if you can!
Be happy when you can.
Cause some can't run.
Some are forced to stay.
And what is worse?
Being forced to stay or being forced to run away?

I used to think
That the world didn’t need me
That if I’m gone
No one will be in pain

I used to live
As if my life was small
And I give away myself
To others I thought about

I used to see
The lack in my being
That I can’t be
What others needed

I used to dream
For the pleasure of their heart
And the love they might spare
To me when I’m down

Eventually
I lost myself
I became
A mixture of other things

It was a choice
To live or to die
What's the point
What is the point?

But l heard a gentle voice
That led me to an epiphany
At the root of my suffering
Lies a hidden questioning

Who am I?
What am I?

Then began the journey
of a tiny hope that lived
To really see and understand why
To really know everything

Years passed
Life has shown me many things
Each brought me closer to the answer
I began to see
The reason for my suffering

I now see
The world as a mystery
It is not known
But I cry at its beauty

I now dream
Of nothing but love
Nothing but myself
Nothing but this

I now live
As a flower in the field
As a being in a dream
As a moment
of love

I no longer think
I just live
And I love
And I am
That...