Clouded Spirit

When the spirit takes shape
Becomes flesh and bone
It vibrates on a low frequency
It then enters into the union
Of dust and matter
Clouding the consciousness
In dusty thoughts…

DidiArtist, 27.10.2021

Darkness cannot light itself

An extinguished candle
Cannot bring the light to other candles…

DidiArtist, 11.12.2021

Falling into the ditch

We think we are free
Yet we are sitting
In the middle of a big prison
We are so blind
That we are not even aware of it

DidiArtist, 11.05.2021

Imprisoned

 

 

We create and created prisons for ourselves
Now we are looking for the key to freedom…

DidiArtist, 02.05.2021

 
 

Prison and freedom

 

 

Own road under construction

How can we be free
When we block ourselves
With roads under constructions
Yet covered by doubts
With rocks of laziness
Placed among unwillingness
Keeping us away
From our right way
In search for freedom

Bars around us
Barbed-wired borders
Prevent us to enter
Ways of light and truth

We sit in a prison
With our mind – self-created
Believe there is no other way
Remain in stolen hopes

We search for truth outwardly
Rely on illusive senses
In separation, divided objects
Open other doors of the jail

Stumble in those rooms
Declaring them as clean
Yet breathe imprisoned air
Dust taking seat in our thoughts

Living roads pave the path
Open inner doors, ways
Along sincerity, honesty
Hansa-bird – leaving the cage…

With love in its beak
Building the eternal nest
Change-proved devotion
Flight of etnerity

DidiArtist, 25.06.2018