Confusing

The dead think …the dead are dead, but they are the living

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Within within

Inhabits

The Spirit the mind, the mind the body,
the body the world…

We live within within …within

 

 

Soul of haiku

Soul drowning in abundance of words

Life or death

Nothing living is sacrificed on an altar that worships Life; sacrificing life is a worship of death; an altar to darkness.

Hope

Life survives from an abundance of hope

A thousand to one

A thousand words cannot compensate one ear missing.

In therapy

Though we think about it, put words on our thoughts and share them intimately… “Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced” ― Søren Kierkegaard

Beyond trembling

Though fear will have it so… all is never lost, but this you only know… when fear has had its way… and all is lost and isn’t…

Survivors come to `die´ in the gate of the present moment, afraid since the last, afraid of the next; but Life survives such dying.

Every one arrives in shock, that gives way to fear, that gives way to trembling, that gives way to… what lies beyond trembling.

 

Angers little war

War is ever enmity with Love, shadow and not Light …a siding with error. Who takes up evil in assurance, is himself surety… his soul a future stone.

War is darkness… a sinister wing, its victory a heavy burden of flesh and blood; a prize lost as it is won.

Waster of lives… How did you obtain allegiance?

Detail from a work by French engraver Paul Gustav Doré

Reality or realism

In imagination you step into a gray zone… using past to interpret present, filling void with hypothesis… but one step further, into the darkness, fantasy offers to raise you clear above reality…

In it, fear is a work of art, its love a figment of light´s absence… its canvas, motif and color a lie.