Juggling

What is everyday Life
If not a juggling act
Pay attention to the ball
That has reached your hand
Handle it with care
Swiftly move it along
Focus on every moment
As you are done with this one
Another is coming your way
Nonstop, no rest, perfect timing
What is everyday Life
If not a juggling act
One moment after another
Problems looking for solutions
Blockages looking for a clear path
New ideas waiting to be born
So many balls thrown into the air
Catch one and get ready
Another one is moving your way
So focus and prepare
What is everyday Life
If not a juggling act


Juggle, juggle.
it’s Monday!

Uprooted

I am simply this. I am what I am. It is what it is.

uprooted

Uprooted, yes

Out of home and out of bounds

A heart searching for meaning

First must lose all it knew

All ideals and certainties

Falling apart one by one

Leaving the heart empty

But open, yes

Really open for the first time

deeper and deeper

In deep waters, yes

Drowning in the unconscious

It had lost it all

When its eyes finally opened

A heart felt its beat

Life came rushing in

And aware once again

There it was

Floating and free

out of bounds

Back to the surface, yes

Creating roots once again

Without a need to prove anything

A heart stopped struggling

A heart started breathing

No environment could stop it

Conscious and clear

A heart finally found

Authenticity

I am simply this. I am what I am. It is what it is.