humans started

to DANCE with machines

to TALK to machines

to be taken care of by machines.

they got ATTACHED to machines.

this happened:

they got sick because

they LACKED HUMAN BODY CONTACT.

are we really at the point,

where INTERACTION with machines

is more fascinating

than with each other?

she asked and realized

how attached she was

to her phone.

***

her spirit awakes

words flow

the ego quiets.

all is melting into PRESENCE.

what is flowing through

merely wants to find expression

through someone.

it could be anyone

who is ready to LISTEN and receive?

to sit and wait

until all appears?

the sun arose

behind the clouds.

even the hint of light

behind the grey walls

was enough to hope

for another day

to experience

for another day

to be present on earth

for another day.

magic is visible, if you want to see it,

she told herself.

and it’s the same with love.

***

what is it with me and documenting my life?

is it that melancholia over the time aspect of life?

is it the attempt to face the helplessness considering, how time is racing on, how days are melting into each other, how life is passing so fucking fast?

the fear of forgetting and being forgotten.

which is my ego talking.