L o s
Desperate feelings of being lost
painful reflections without hope
wherever I go or whatever I search for
finely I am turned back to myself
Be quiet, - your desperate
feeling to be lost
results from being scattered in
wherever you are in this very moment
the center of your existence is
Why does my own presence weight so much?
Is it the history of accumulated experience?
My holding on to worn out structures?
I am tired of being blind from too much looking
Breathing out of space less presence
long hidden answers arrive effortlessly
using one's strength of distinguishing
one's dispersing forces are centered
Will I find a quiet space in this world of chaos?
Fear of void is reaching out to swallow me
again I am getting lost in endless thoughts
finding myself out on a limb of vogue existence
Existence breathes, listen, answers
freely presented around and within
you might go speeding for goals
but for sure come back to the 'here'
My 'here' is covered with nervousness
flashlights of impulses leaving me restless
not knowing where to start and where to go
I still feel stuck and lost in my own density
Existence knows well where you are
give allowance to be found by letting
go of search
cramped by wishes coming out of
old boundaries will melt into space
beyond - go on
5. 8. 1999