Who is not me...

Sometimes i do not recognise myself

As if it is a new world

And i am in possession

By some person

who is not me...

Sometimes, i remember things

which seem so distant and vague

As if, those memories are not mine

They belong to someone else

Who I do not know

Of a song...

Once, i heard a beautiful little song being played on the piano, and it appeared to me as if the sound was sadness itself -  the sorrowful acceptance of all the hurts and aches that life presents to any soul with some awareness... The slow melody of the piano that echoed that acceptance in such a simple way, made the soul walk with it into the dense forest of remembrance of this lifetime... and beyond...

Nothing takes away the vacuum of a lost touch, a voice, a face... a beautiful pair of brown eyes... 

All that remains is that which has always existed, and some fresh new salty dews in the eyes, in the darkness of a quiet inner world, closed to everyone but the absent one...

Is the sea full of tears, or are our tears full of the sea... Where do our memories go once we disappear into the darkness of death. Does it go sleep in the depths of the oceans, to rest itself and settle down, and become the force of gravity that pulls everything inside so powerfully...

The keys of the piano keep playing the same slow sombre song, that keeps reminding me of those stories that once wove into my being...

The Untouched Core

All my dreams seem so silly now.

Now that i have opened my eyes,

Cleared my drowsy head

and seen the world without glasses.

A reality that may not even exist
In the way we have known forever

All the tales and sagas of ages old

May have been so futilely told...

If i close my eyes 

And remain silent

By the sea

under the stars

Can i then touch the core

And remember all truths of yours

- Of the origin of life

Of souls on earth and their secrets inside..?

All is transient, all is unreal
What is life, what is death

Why we love, why we fear

What is the meaning of our tears...?