Lovers and Sinners
Sleeping in a nightmare slow
Slipping into anger while getting older
and growing colder
from hour to hour
resisting with despair on getting bored,
no way this human skin can boredom hold
neither can it be defence against
the fellow humans greed
with visible and feasible result
a dubious preference of loneliness and thoughts.
The thoughts creative of some kind and kindness
on how to channel the potential,
to benefit all those who don’t,
the loneliness ignored.
While realizing
one can only help oneself.
Hold on!
Beware, like antimatter many need a stroke of energy
to start the journey, to write their history
so sacrifice succeeds the sacrifice.
surely and confidently internalizing the conclusion,
one can only help when acting.
Directing energy into action, diligently.
Life is management of energy flow,
with non-calculated but expected friction.
Let’s deal with it!
The only way to genuine help
is to serve as a role model.
No teachers, no preachers,
not those who are right or just.
Just transfer of knowledge
in a tender and dignified way.
Coexisting while swallowing down
choices and opinions,
only to spit them out again,
digestible or not.
Prosumer is the word.
Everyone is part of me,
part of YOU,
part of the Universe.
As long as we connect.
Until we don’t connect anymore.
The duty is done
and we have to be done with.
Now transformed
from being to gone
feelings are irrelevant.
Neither fear nor love exists.
There is nothing that drives.
There is nothing to build.
Until someone deliberately
or accidentally
starts the process anew,
by striking the “anti” and “not being”
by releasing some directive energy,
regardless or beyond good or bad.
The cycle is alive and dead
and sometimes both conditions simultaneously.
Love as the result of the awakening.
Love as the desire to let be
whoever one chooses to be
and love as the choice to connect
with the being we desire.
And we connect in many ways
I can not count how many.
It is about love and about numbers
everything.
And although I have to admit
I love the numbers, at the very end
it is only about love
and nothing else.
And love is the desire to let be …
… the choice to connect …
Upon love we build.
Until.
(We invent something that is not necessary
and we call it sin.)
Like a Lover I think of You
Like a Sinner I approach You
