Inability of a narcissist

Paragraph 1: A narcissist is always right.
Paragraph 2: If he is ever wrong,
then Paragraph 1 automatically comes into effect.

Beyond paragraphs:
A narcissist cannot even reflect on himself.

Anonymous writer

Trapped in the realm of the senses

We are pulled back and forth,
exposed to situations
in which we take sides
as so-called good people,
in situations on the battlefield
of good and evil,
without realising
how emotions are being teased out,
within the attitude of goodness and justice,
which influence us terribly,
trigger violence and hatred within us,
drag us there
where the good in us remains
only as an illusion
in truth leads us
into the trap of evil
because an eye for an eye,
a tooth for a tooth
has the same source…

Anonymous writer

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.

Anonymous writer

Trapped in our mind

The pattern in our lives
determines our actions and thoughts.
It is a game
of good and evil,
of better and worse,
a dominant factor within us,
which drives us
to seek challenges,
to accept them
as our purpose of life.

It is an abyss of deception.

Anonymous writer

Chasing a ghost

We only see the reflection of ourselves,
not the original behind it.

Our life is only a reflection,
it is not the life behind it.

We have identified ourselves with this reflection
and have forgotten ourselves in this process.

The world appears in this light of illusion,
like the moonlight that does not shine from itself.

We have taken shape,
have become our own reflection.

We are making fools of ourselves,
chasing a shadow

Anonymous writer