Izlaz│Exit

Java u snu

San prosle noci.

Um je zamrljan, tezak, opijen. Ne mogu se probuditi. Ne mogu se sjetiti.

Zaboravljam.

Borim se. Odupirem se tezini, obmani, gustoci, mulju.

Ne uspjevam. Iznova me povlaci prema dolje.

Znam da spavam ali ne mogu se probuditi.

San u javi

Um je odsutan, nemiran, opsesivan, povrsan. Program radi sto na sat: U pogonu sam. Doing, doing, doing. Sto je sljedece? Jos, jos, jos. Brzo, nema vremena za gubljenje.

Sjeti se sebe.

Ego zavarava, obmanjuje dobru namjeru. Progres je nezamjetan, dok mislim da radim, samo trosim, igram njegovu igru.

Vrag mi se smije. Dok mislis da se budis, sve dublje tones u san.

Dobra namjera se vazi.

Odustajem. Ne propitkujem. Uzimam zdravo za gotovo. Jednostavno je tako.

Obiteljsko prokletstvo je force majeure negativnog naboja i kruznog usmjerenja s teznjom prema dolje.

Sve imas vec u sebi.

Tko ce, ako ne ja?

Kad gle – u pozadini – to sam opet ja.

Opet ego nesto hoce, zeli, trazi, dobiva. Jos, jos, jos. Druga strana istog novcica, vrti me u krug.

Vrag se vise ne smije. Izlaz je sada.

Izadi iz vrtuljka (ne)srece. Pusti sve za sobom. Neka bude bilo sta. Neka bude nista.

Silovita rijeka tece kroz nas, a mi ne mozemo nista.

Disi.


A wakeful dream

My dream last night.

Mind is heavy, blackened, intoxicated. I cannot wake up. I cannot remember.

Forgetfulness.

I am fighting, resisting the heaviness, deceit, density, sludge.

I have failed. I am being pulled down back again.

I know I am asleep but I cannot awaken.

A dream of the wakefulness

Mind is absent, restless, obsessives, superficial. Program is on full capacity: I am in operation. Doing, doing, doing. What next? More, more, more. Fast, there is no time to waste.

Remember thyself.

Ego is deceiving, misguiding the good intention. Progress is imperceptible, I think I am advancing, but I am just wasting, playing its game.

Devil is laughing. You believe you are awaking, but you are falling deeper asleep.

Good intention counts.

I give up. Not questioning, taking everything for granted. It’s just how it is.

Family curse is force majeure of negative charge and circular direction with a downward pull.

Everything you need you have in you.

Who will do it, if not me?

When all of the sudden – in the background – it is me again.

Again the ego wants, desires, asks, gets. More, more more. The other side of the same coin, spinning me in circles.

Devil is not laughing. The exit is now.

Exit the wheel of (un)fortune. Let everything go. Let it be as it is and as it is not.

The force of the river flows through us, and there is nothing we can do.

Breathe.

Eclipse me

This eclipse, I personally feel like I want to explode with creation. I feel my being supercharging, wanting to burst open with all kind of supradelicfunkalicious stuff – planetary dust, sea shells, mandrakes, wild flowers, octopuses and all sorts of abstract assortments. I want to start as a wild horse roaming free, tune into one life episode of Charlie the unicorn and finish sipping mandrake root afternoon tea on a porch in Alabama while writing some poetry (see below below).

It is quite intense. Whatever it brings out – it is usually exactly what you need (to face). As a wise man once said: “Courage is not the absence of fear, but action in spite of it.'”

Dear Moon
Call out my wildness
Let me taste its fullness
Teach me how to let go
Sit back and enjoy the show
Let me just be
I promise to roam free