
Listen to the call of some
doors are not meant to be opened
try to listen unlocked
to be drawn
closer
a movement
a harmony wills
closes
your eyes
in awe

Listen to the call of some
doors are not meant to be opened
try to listen unlocked
to be drawn
closer
a movement
a harmony wills
closes
your eyes
in awe

Even a plain white brick wall
can be interesting
a source of contemplation
and an inspiration
there are no rules
besides the one we make ourselves

I don't stand in your way
but please
let me look

You portray me so dark
is what she said to me
I replied
that it was just the light

There was a man sitting on a bench in Athens
2400 years ago
thinking about politics
fruitlessly
we can still see his statue
but not as a reminder

I can see
from where you left it hanging
if you sit right
or left on the bench
watching

I have many seats where I live
but not many for outsiders
I like to change position
every now and then

Today’s windows did not open
for fresh air
but the look through them
opened me

If you are looking
down
the reflection of a window
can be all
you need to remember
outside

Reading about cults again. I think we all believe in our little world, but why you would surrender yourself to the world that another person paints for you is a mystery to me. Sadly, you also see this in politics, where many people follow the one with the smile they like the most. I think this proves, more or less, that life is not easy to navigate without a guide, some rules you learned while growing up, or a pointing hand while you were searching your way.
I’ve learned somewhere, on my travels, not to trust myself or others but to trust that if you set one foot, the other will follow without you thinking about it and contemplating why. Thinking as a means to get somewhere in life is fruitless; it is, at most, a fun exercise. You can learn a lot from critical thinkers and hope their wisdom will turn into the right “automatic” choices. It is like learning to play an instrument; after many years of training, you know how to play without knowing exactly how to play; your fingers do the things they have to do without you guiding them all the way.
So think about all the different choices you can make in life, but don’t make them or let them be made for you; just trust that you will react the right way when a choice has to be made. This might be written as advice, but it is not; it’s just my way.
All ideologies are idiotic, whether religious or political, for it is conceptual thinking, the conceptual word, which has so unfortunately divided man. Jiddu Krishnamurti
I don’t have any beliefs or allegiances. I don’t believe in this country, I don’t believe in religion, or a god, and I don’t believe in all these man-made institutional ideas. George Carlin
Take a chance on faith – not religion, but faith. Not hope, but faith. I don’t believe in hope. Hope is a beggar. Hope walks through the fire. Faith leaps over it. Jim Carrey

The curtain is hanging there
halfway closed
I am not sure
why I am only halfway shy

I go the normally busy street
with people that are not there
to walk alone
in all those footsteps
left
unknowingly

There is this atheist, Sam Harris, I have quoted him before in some of my blogs regarding free will. He has some smart things to say about that. I knew little about him before that, mainly as an outspoken atheist, but I regard him as a smart man, and he is, at least, academically. This week, I came across an interview with him where he talked about Israel and Palestine, and he said some strange things. I did some more digging, and to me, he talks like a former colonizer in the way he disregards the Palestinians and how he thinks that everybody who is a Muslim is more or less a terrorist.
I don’t like his views on that conflict but I also started to doubt myself. How is it possible that he is so smart about free will and well-thought-out but also, deep in his heart, a racist? I am not going to tell how I got to this conclusion, there is enough on the internet of and about him, and you can come to your own conclusions.

We all bloomed together last week
but the memory is silent

The water rippled like the time
I was waiting
for a message
I saw my waiting waving
out in a half-circle
and knew it started somewhere
in the distance near
you

I can no longer rescue you
if I open the door