Abandoned Umbrellas

«Loosen your flesh, and dance, dance»!

Photo by Atharva Tulsi on Unsplash

She was listening to the drops on her umbrella,
thinking what am I trying to be protected from?
What is the worst thing that can happen
if I become wet to the core?
Am I made of sugar?
Am I going to be melted?
What’s your problem here, my dear persona?
You used to think of umbrellas as useless things.

Are you hiding from the sky?
Are you afraid of being exposed to its “eyesight”?
Do you refuse to leave the ground?
Is this an obstacle between you and the bridge of light?

Is your image so important?
Will wetness spoil your un-wrinkled clothes?
Are you asking for validation
from the ones that bow down in front of icons?

What about the other fields of life?
Do you hold there invisible umbrellas?
Do you raise walls between yourself
and loving human fellas?

Are your feelings shrink-ed the same way
you squeeze your body in your umbrella’s range?
Did you put your previous openness
in a dark and punishing mental cage?

Are you deaf or do you refuse to listen
to the concert of Nature’s orchestra?
There’s a continuous musical calling;
loosen your flesh and dance, dance!

She looked at her dirty shoes
that had attracted at the rain’s peak
wet dust from the street
without this being really catastrophic.

The questions of the Voice
put her recent past’s mentalities
under the rain, and washed them,
freeing her mind from useless boundaries.

A man was coming towards her
and he couldn’t stop laughing
thinking “people are mad nowadays
as she passed by him dancing.

He detected something black on the ground
through the heavy falling drops;
an umbrella was abandoned there
having served its purpose.

Spacetime Travel

A second chance, to appreciate the first

Image by Photovision from Pixabay

That elf gave him a second chance,
and he was about to accept the gifts.
He was going to become a kid again,
keeping the knowledge of his 50’s.

All those years he had seen
that everything would be different
if the tools of adulthood
were available in the early years.

Reading, searching, analyzing,
writing, digging inside,
to bring all the unconscious
under the consciousness’s light.

A day was born once more,
as the Sun faced this side of the Earth.
The diary was ready to go “back”
to one year after his birth.

The elf came and asked again
Are you sure about this, my friend?
He answered by nodding,
although his intuition rang a bell.

The elf provoked a whirlwind
that lifted him into the upper atmosphere.
He passed through layers of different colors
into the past’s parallel sphere.

His mom was putting him to bed
in the room that smelled of kid’s soap,
after that warm bath in the tab
that always made senses wake up.

His fifty-year-old conscience 
with many wounds healed
tried to react accordingly
to create different relationships.

But what seemed to be a privilege 
was the basic problem now,
because memories weren’t erased;
they were there, confusing him somehow.

Not only he remembered and experienced 
the past for the second time,
but he also remembered a future now;
the version he had left “behind”.

That future would be different 
because his reaction to the stimuli
would pass through different filters;
the ones of the evolved “I”.

Knowing why his parents acted as they did,
having seen, explained, forgiven their mis-takes,
he tried to make them realize fast
their unconscious motives, their traps, and nets.

A realization was developed gradually,
and came as a “surprise” after three years.
Most of the things he wanted them to see
they didn’t see them, as it appears.

They experienced some epiphanies
during that life-cycle, but
many things remained unseen;
it wasn’t their timing for that.

One day the elf came above his bed
with a smile of understanding.
Your intuition tried to warn you, 
but obviously, you had to live this.

What was your purpose then, my friend?
To push the widening of your parents?
Each human being expands itself
when they’re ready and do their own process.

You did a great part of that for yourself;
that’s the only person you can change.
Things do happen differently now,
but it’s not the version you expected.

Your wider horizons could be a lantern to their path
even with your 50’s body, before accepting my gift.
But this would be just a trigger, a light.
It’s up to the one who walks to use it as they please.

Did you do your own expanding
to correct “mistakes” of others?
You can’t, and you have no right!
Finding their Selves is their business.

Because, if this would be possible
the species could never be upgraded.
It would be a kid with overprotected parents
who never let it stand on their feet.

Your intention was good although it shows
that you still have a bit of a need
for self-affirmation through external factors;
correcting others to prove your skills.

You have already proven to yourself
that you have the courage
to alchemize simple metals of the past
into the gold of pure existence.

This way you are for many
a living proof that it is possible for all
to make the just-fleshy part of them
be assimilated by their inner god.

But being an inspiration as you are
is different from you forcing them
to make an eight-meter jump
while they just reached the one of four meters.

That noetic loving willpower
that inspired the Cosmos to create itself,
never pushes for anything;
true love can never be freedom-less.

Our friend was listening carefully
crying from relief because
he realized that his recent experience
fully coordinated with these words.

Now that what he used to read
had become knowledge through experience,
a river of light in his thorax
united heart and brain with mind’s essence.

The elf sensed that and told him
You’ll pass through the layers once more.
His body became physically fifty years old,
but he felt more than ever his loving core.

Love-allergic, But Thirsty For Love

A poem about them (or every me and every you sometimes)

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They touch gold and turn it into coal;
a Midas myth somehow reversed.
Valuable people approach them,
but end up leaving them as cursed.

A self-destructive mania seems
to have taken over their being;
love is what they’re thirsty for,
but love allergy they’re manifesting.

The more you take care of them,
the more you gradually become
the main person they compress,
since you also “sign” that “contract”.

They depend on you even to breathe,
but they will never admit it.
On the contrary, they’ll present themselves
as superior, artfully hiding it.

Whenever your point of view
is different from theirs about something,
they take it personally at once
saying strictly “you reject me”.

Their narcissistic inner eater
demands from you indirectly
to put them in the center of
your attention permanently.

The main role they want you to play
is the one of their admirer.
They don’t really believe in themselves;
they need you to put them higher.

Many of them have accomplished a lot
in the external field, in many ways,
but they don’t see it or it’s not enough;
a childhood issue still haunts their days.

Until the widening of their perception
about themselves and the pan-cosmic functions,
fear will be their catastrophic counselor,
giving directions to their actions.

Inspired by the following song, but also by my fellow humans, my other selves…
Every Me And Every You

Burn Everything Down

To us, freedom is scary. For now.

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Under the permanent threat of Recep’s
war-friendly mentality,
we buy and buy again killing stuff,
filling our armory.
His unpredictable psychology is fed
by his dream
of resurrecting the Ottoman Empire,
and become a «king». 
Many of our politicians also find
the opportunity for deals
that build their financial security
for as long as they’ll live.
Intermediaries rub their hands,
waiting with anticipation
their part of the golden pie;
who gives a shit about the nation?
Taxes are paid, military equipment
is multiplied,
while our hospitals don’t have toilet paper;
the patient has to bring it!
A part of our dept has been created
by deals that were done
under the table; being a Greek civilian
seems to be fun…
Average income at around six hundred
Pensions were cut; we had to save the
German banks, folks!
Oh, Greece of the now, with your bright
ancient depth and spirit!
You haven’t understood, you haven’t learned yet
how to utilize it.
You are dragged by those who stand and
walk firmly
on the fundamentals you contributed to
be built.
So, let’s burn these archives, the texts, the
Knowledge of our deep, insightful past.
Put there the contracts, the agreements for austerity
measures, and clean the …dust.
Fire, then! This is the right method for getting rid
of values and qualities we find unnecessary.
Burn everything down!
To us, for now, freedom is scary.

I hear the Tiger Lillies in my mind now;
they sing for me «Start a fire today«!

Widened Soc-eyesight

Revolutions don’t need guns; just wider society’s “eyesight”

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Progress and regression are holding hands.
Society walks on both philanthropic and misanthropescenic paths.
Viruses are real, and so are the interests of the minority they serve.
Every crisis has people who make a fortune in parallel.
Smartphones and laptops are steps forward,
but for these, poor workers in Africa suffer to mine the cobalt.
Massive info-flow on the internet-land
gives the impression of speech’s freedom, but what happened to Julian?
Democracy gives power to the people,
and then their representatives become indirectly dictators.
Police are here to keep the order on the streets,
and they often do it by beating up different colors of skin.
We are not apathetic onlookers without responsibility.
We are the society, and we have the ability
to use our critical thinking more often,
not to be fed by the “junk-food” of TV-channels,
to observe and perceive the whole image,
not parts of it at which the world’s “bosses” point their steely fingers.
Let’s see the whole forest, not just one tree.
Let’s delimit our perception and choose what and how to think.
The plutoligarchy that plays the “monopoly” board game on the world-map
has to hear us say “enough is enough.”