There is a soul maker,
Lurking around every corner,
Paying attention to all around.
He is watching, what he sowed.
When the time comes, he reaps.
And what did he sow,
What else than your soul.
He plants it, waters it,
Face the light, the thunder,
the storm that plucks out the bad,
And at last who remain,
Who finds truth
He reaps at the end.
That is the soul makers truth.
Make life from life.
There’s a burden one must carry,
A sorrowful one, a dismay.
And there’s hope one must carry,
Heavier, yet blooming.
And in between the pages,
One must stay untitled,
What better way to hope,
To loose a burden,
Than by shadowing your title.
Have you tasted wine?
The wine they call friends.
Red and dark silver
Blue and black creamings
Grey and day burning,
Years old wine.
Taste it ones,
The tongue searches for more.
Yet, be addictive,
My friend,
That’s the drowning of
the being of “you”.
Tomorrow,
A word i used,
Longer than i remember,
Tomorrow,
A day that was happiness,
Tomorrow,
A future that was prosperous.
These days,
I learned a new word.
Today.
A small word.
Yet powerful.
Everything today.
Because I can’t promise tomorrow.
What a good day, it is,
Never a day better,
Sun shines bright,
Wind rushes slow,
Best of days there could be,
Just like the yesterdays.
It is happiness,
Take a good look at it,
If it isn’t,
You are not looking it the right way.
The universe being me,
My thoughts, the stars in it.
Hard is it, to find,
Where it began,
Where it ends.
To find your way through,
Fly straight.
My thoughts, have no direction.
When I called you,
Perfect.
You corrected me,
You weren’t.
Now that you call yourself,
Flawless,
Where did I go wrong.
It is normal,
To feel sleepy,
When the whole world,
Is asleep.
But to feel awake,
That is when you know,
You are alive.
The ever flowing grace of light,
If only I could find where you began,
And see where you drop.
Finding the Alchemist 