You have taken all

my joy is the sand
that is running through my fingers

my wisdom is a ball of string
being unraveled
into nothing

You have all
And all I feel is emptiness


Gazing through a space

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

A Strange Thought

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?

To really know

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


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?

Nowhere but somewhere

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

A Jar

These little scrapes and scratches
the little things to hide


They make me
They take me
Only they appear


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

On the surface of the Jar
But within
only space inside