
In the reflective window
I cannot see you
but you see me
before I move on
to another level
I don’t want to feel embarrassed

In the reflective window
I cannot see you
but you see me
before I move on
to another level
I don’t want to feel embarrassed

I don’t know what I prefer
room for my own thoughts
in an empty world
or the light
beyond that one-way
door

I get not mixed signals
but signals out of nowhere
and they threaten to block me
on my path
what kind of relationship is this

Who decides
where you can go

You have to leave many stones unturned
to get to higher places
the contradiction
of success

In my mind
most bridges can either open
or are high enough to let good ideas through
but looking around me
most people seem to live
where no ideas float
or bridges are too low
unable to open
Some of my notes from today that somehow belong together.
We live in a strange world. For 2000 years, the Christian churches have tried to sell their story, backed by mighty institutions, governments, and armies that did their bidding, and still most people don’t believe their story, while the rest made it into one of their own. And what about the real thinkers, the philosophers? Yes, they have their institutes, the universities that are dwindling away. Their truths come closer to what that might be, but who still believes them these days?
Once, we apes just lived our lives, and from child to child we learned our place. Not only where we were, but also what these hands can do and who the others are. We started to see the world and became aware that we did. We became aware of our thoughts, not in words but in emotions, and somehow connected them to our drives. We lived, as a species, much longer with our consciousness expressed through emotions, drives, and feelings than with the words we now often misconstrue for our consciousness.
We often know what is good for us. That’s what you tell yourself, but these little words are no match for the part of us that is much older, has had much more practice, and is also cemented much deeper in society at large. We vote for the baboon who ruins our country because it didn’t speak with words, but with emotions.
Some people are ruled more by their words than by their emotions, even if only slightly. Or their emotions better understand the blindness of their goals and also remember that no one is the same person in the morning or evening or on a Wednesday as on a Sunday.
All of this goes on between our two ears, and no matter what story we hear and feel, it is our story, and for some reason it seems to be taken for real. I do believe that there are ways to live a life where you believe less of what you feel and think. The reason why I think that is, is because we do make progress living together as 8 billion egocentric prisoners on a big world but so close together.

You all held me tight
once
but the emptiness it created
invited the downfall
and made us all
worthless
so don’t step on me
or they will sting you too

I stand in front of you
my reflection
and I don’t agree
with what I see
and if I knew
your thoughts
I would look away
out of shame

I do read you
but even if I didn’t
you are obvious
enough

Does it help
when you are drowning
that help is there
but no one around
maybe it adds some tragedy
to the end of your life

The power goes on
inside
nowhere
I am a passenger
blinded
feeling
anticipating
going down
up
always somewhere
forgotten
where I once stood still

I feel lonely
in a crowded room
there is enough to say
but who is there to listen
so I just sit there
as if it is my duty
to stand guard

For some it is too heavy
to move
others don’t even stumble
over it
it is the same thing
in shape and form
in weight
but also not

It came from somewhere
just arrived
too small for what it is
too much to be nothing
reflecting for a while
it is not knowing
it disappears

There is a point
even if it is just for a second
that you pause
before you open up
not that you can go back
but just for the pause

Some of my thoughts
are long gone
taken by the current
time
I do miss them
they covered me