Where does your mind go When it's just wandering around? What sights come forward? What fragrances, what sounds? Do you go backwards into times before? Wish they were reality As they once were. Or do you dream forward? Wishes not yet met. Make plans of their coming true. How would it be if it was that? How happy are you when your mind wanders off? Does it journey into joy or into anxiety or pain? Journeys of the mind. Battles we fight. No one else knows how hard is the strife. Do you speak of your fears With someone you trust Or stay silent and conquer With self power alone? Where does your mind go when it's just wandering around? What sights come forward? What fragrances, what sounds?
It happens every night but one night I was also there. To see the magic of the lights As they lit up the Cathedral square. After dark, when night had fallen, in the forests and the mountains. The city hums an enchanted air under street lights and every corner. Cars whizzed past to unknown places. Their smoky tail-lights blazing red. Buildings stand behind in their splendour Electric blue or Grün or Gelb. A magical city The ancient Vindobona And me, one night in Vienna.
Leave a sign behind don't just go. Without a trace that you were here. Let that mark be, one of good. Giving strength to all who come from far and near. Leave thoughts that build. Deeds done that inspire. Be a force that binds, those who are coming behind. But if you can't do as above, then gently go. Quiet. Without a sign. Break not what you have not created Create not that in turn will divide. Tread your path. As we each must do (be it alone or together) Let it lead towards the light For darkness is not the path to follow. I'm preaching Yes, and I apologise! These times are such. With much food for thought. When you see a world you love Hurting and broken In turmoil so unjust. The mind wonders what needs be done Deeds that heal. That 'humane' touch
In my mind, in my hands, is the power to create. And the power to destroy. What I choose to do makes me the person I am. Centuries after centuries Cultures and religions Languages spoken, foods cooked and eaten. In all relations, do you make something? Or leave something broken? Call it good and evil. Call it right and wrong. Call it what you will. But that’s the one truth, that applies to us all. Follow this principle and you‘ll identify truth from false. Who talks of growth, upliftment, and room for all? Who talks of fear, conspiracies enemies in each unknown? Choose wisely and hold firm this single truth. Inclusion wins. As does good. Tell me now Which will you choose?
As i stand in my kitchen, cooking dinner for tonight. Fresh and warm and nourishing, comforting fragrant and so calming. I think of women just like me. Hiding underground, surrounded by family. As above ring out the sirens. Children cry in the darkness. Whose is this war? Why is it happening? So much power in one man‘s hands. What is man and what is mankind? Rather what kind of man would cause this misery? Is a man still a man if he goes against humanity? 21 centuries and more in fact, but civilization is still held hostage. Never learning, the biggest lesson learnt after invasions, that a war solves few, if any, problems. Dinner cooked, i check the seasoning, thinking of people tonight going hungry. Brave people fighting to defend their country. Heroes every one of them. Honour goes to those who show bravery. Those who build something, create peace and beauty. Not to crazies wanting glory And destroying instead fragile humanity.
Empty cities. Deserted towns. Where have all the people gone? A tiny virus. The mighty man. Locked into a game of life and death. The way of life we grew up to. Social animal that’s what we were. Now ‘social’ is from a distance No hugs. No kisses. Sometimes not even visits. No one knows how long this state will last, But that warm hug I miss it.
I'm addicted to light. To colours and sounds. The magic they play Within and without. I'm addicted to sunrises Peaches and pinks From snowy mountain tops And deep quiet lakes. When outdoors in nature, and sunset light slants down. Between trees so straight Growing up tall. Or in big cities between buildings, this golden light falls. Makes magic one moment, then fades and is gone. Mighty tall buildings With glass windows that shine To the light of the sun and the street lamps at night. The sounds of flowing water, birds twittering loud. Hearing people’s laughter and talk. It’s good to be alive To experience this all. Walking amidst people or on forest paths alone. Immersed in the moment, it’s sights, smells and sounds. Addicted and lost It's me that I found.