baking a bread
it could be said
I am a bit sad
trying to express it
using a few words
no space for tears
feeling discontent
life is jolly good
yet the mind is off
like a rotten apple
swallowed by mistake
as the snake laughs
desire for solitude
cover up of social shyness
love of one’s company
our need to shine
our need to display
our need for a sign
our need to pray
our need to be okay
who said life starts at forty
was delusional
recording of the above poem read by the author
there is so much to do
and nothing gets done
with an overloaded mind
mental fog
lacking structure
step by step
where to start
when all seems
to be important
write two columns
one for things you can do
one you have to get done
sort out the priorities
on the first side
and leave the rest
universe has your back
choose your tasks
trust in its help
and it is so
the silence, the emptiness
caressing the mind
here and there random
thought form, impulse
a wave of bliss
passing through
softly
alertness one moment
close to sleep the next
stillness unmoved
just the slow breath
lifting the ribs
feeling of nothingness
connected to the whole
falling
inside an eruption
fire flowing
in a stream
no resistance
freedom
instead
convoluted stories part of my life
a moment of silence then a roar
water gushing down the cheeks
all of a sudden burst of laughter
unexpected, unprepared, intense
something came out of a dark closet
transforming its dark corners
with its shine
calling it the light
delighted
for spotify subscribers – the above poem read by the author
