Q and A with seekers of absolue truth
August 6, 2011
You,
You have taken all
Now,
my joy is the sand
that is running through my fingers
unclenched
Now,
my wisdom is a ball of string
meaninglessness
being unraveled
into nothing
Now,
You have all
And all I feel is emptiness
July 22, 2011
I am gazing, gazing through a space
That, as is it´s nature, separates
A blackness, an emptiness I see
Something separate, there is something in between
Us, I see, not one
I long for finality
I am looking for it
There is no wall, no barriers
Just space
A space to be crossed
But nothing is a better guard, than something that is empty
For as long as I am,
I am gazing, gazing through a space
July 8, 2011
It is a strange thought
to think,
That this is not my voice speaking
That these are not my thoughts I am bearing
It is a scary thought
to think,
That these are not my feet walking
Or not my voice talking
That I don´t do any thinking
It is just you
I know you there, I see you
But here, I don´t see
It is dark,
Who is here?
June 1, 2011
Something needs to be seen
to be seen directly
Without all the shadows and the games they play
To look into the bright dazzling sun and to not look away
From there springs true action, true aim
Without pictures or make-believe
I want to know my name
No more stories, fairytales
fantasies, games
No things to see, to tell me
What is
May 22, 2011
Nothing out there can make happy
Nothing out there can make sad
It is all just happenings
when in here is (…)
All out there moves and soothes
but here is a hole that I am not able to lose
Filling, replacing, killing and hoping
all just disappears but does not fill
To conquer the world with its riches
or to obtain control of all desires
is not enough
What remains after this is all gone?
May 21, 2011
Kind of here, kind of there
Somehow I hope, but somehow despair
This state of in-between, pulling my hair
Letting go and just being here
I don´t know, I really just don´t
Hopeless hope, meaningless means
This state of in-between
Where to go next, what to try?
When all just seems to fade away
When the fountains, again, seem to dry
But then again, something is coming
Nothing is wrong
This state of in-between
May 17, 2011
These little scrapes and scratches
the little things to hide
As
Imperfection
They make me
They take me
Only they appear
As
Imperfection
But the space
thought to be contained
Is unaffected
Shining clear with it´s emptiness
The little scrapes and scratches, the things to hide
Are really only our hiding place in the forefront of our Eye
Imperfection
On the surface of the Jar
But within
only space inside
May 12, 2011
To be aware is to know God
The creator gives
An we the receiver are inspired
But there is a law
The law of appreciation
For if one is astonished by the clarity and beauty
One must not forget
We are nothing as creation
Only a shadow, non-existent without
Him
To be aware is to create and not to forget
That it is nothing
To be aware is to remain in him and see the world created
May 4, 2011
On my walk I came across a lion unbound
it´s fury sent me flying across the winds against a wall
There I was screaming in pain, but you did not care
You just laughed and I was ashamed
I ran home, locked the door
sat waiting for death to hear my call
It never came for I was too afraid
Hope was left outside the safety of my walls
But in here, there is no light at all
And out there, nobody left to call
My name, my name at all
April 29, 2011
Deep within but right here
is a place of quiet
A place of quiet noice
a place, when there is suffering,
there is peace
An everlasting quietude
A place that wont be disturbed
whatever goes away
It is as if something would be asking,
asking me to come home
A warm radiation of quiet welcome
An offering of shelter, a place of warmth
in the midst of rain
The simplest of desires
just waiting to be acknowledged
To bring me home, back to the fireplace
Ignoramuses Anonymous 