How much automatism is there in us?

Tradition is also a kind of automatism,
as is that in our language,
in our thinking and doing.
We often copy without understanding,
we do things because that is the norm,
we follow habits largely blindly.

And so we are also servants
of stupidity and ignorance.

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We live in a fantasy world

We daydream about being someone or have something,
reveling in wealth or power,
to be seen in the world.
We imagine stories,
build air castles,
bring them to life
in our thoughts and imaginations,
carry wishes in our heads and hearts,
wishes we strive for,
fulfilling them in short-lived happiness.
Unborn desires in our imagination
projected in the beat of our breath.

We hold on to them,
create virtual worlds for ourselves,
give attention to them
in a rollercoaster ride
of positive and negative ideas.

Our lives are determined by them,
which set the direction.

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We bear the mask of a human being

We may look like humans,
but humans possess humanity.
Do we possess it,
the way we treat each other?

We carry within us the pride of an animal
that lives primarily for itself.

Ego and mind are our enemies;
they triumph over us every day.

Humanity is love and compassion,
not hatred and violence.

Anonymous writer

Breathing challenges

We breathe the air
of challenges, struggle,
want to measure ourselves
at almost any price,
balancing on the tightrope:
somewhere, nowhere,
striving for achievements,
strength and happiness.
To give us meaning
in this meaningless doing.
Climbing the ladder of power,
for money and prestige,
run over the heads of others
just to get further up,
up where the wind blows
of greed, lust and play
and call it our drive.

Everywhere this grimace flashes
as if programmed and ingrained,
beats us into this spell,
a hamster wheel of repetition
to forget our task:
who we really are
what we are
where we are going
why we are
where we come from
as prisoners of suggestion
under the influence
of proving, asserting ourselves.

It becomes quiet around us
when we leave this ground
and become what we really are.

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Let us dream of waking up

Life is a performance,
a role play – interactive,
an immersion in changing situations,
a search for answers,
creating even more questions.

Life is a theatre play
of manifested thoughts,
connecting realities,
of light and shadow
on the stage of the world.

Life is like an axe
that splits the unity of life,
separating us all from each other,
letting us live as fragments,
puzzle pieces that belong together.

Life is like a dream,
unreal and barely tangible,
an interactive role-playing game,
clouds of illusions,
a labyrinth of time and space.

Let us dream of waking up.

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