Stop looking for the key to happiness. Happiness is not a cage. It is within you.
Memory here, memory there
Have all our memories gone elsewhere?
Doubt, doubt, doubt…
Our memories have always been there in the crowd
I closed my eyes and started taking the trip
Jumping and searching and looking
For my golden key
I saw dragons with a roaring fire
I faced soldiers killing with desire
Wise men in the name of pride
And others because the one they killed only seemed wild.
After that the images changed
I saw drizzling golden rain
I smelled the smell
And dance the dance
Retaking all the secret steps
I remembered the thoughts I needed to
And saw the stories I was afraid to
Now memory here, memory there
I am looking for a memory without a pair
The first one, the old one, the one from the beginning
That holds the secrets to what I am feeling.
I know there is a hidden memory somewhere
The final answer is still resting there
I look and search and go through tunnels
But it only seems like I am changing the channel.
Suddenly there is a whisper in my head
“I will appear to you when there is no fear of me left”
Be open to new things in your mind and in your life.
You want to perform a miracle? Forgive yourself. Listen to yourself.
It was a sad and cloudless morning
I took my pen out of my kit
And put a feather in my head
Did I really think it would help me to write best?
I ate an apple and drunk some tea
but the ideas were still not pouring out of me.
I started crying from despair
then I went to the fridge to eat a pear.
“Let’s see a movie” I told myself
“Or read a book that would be the best!”
I run with joy up and down
even my spider thought:
“we have a crazy one around”
The evening found me in the bathtub
thinking “that’s it, my fate as a writer it’s done”.
I threw away my pens and pencils
even my favorite notebook full of sketches.
Two months passed and I still cry.
I always thought I would be a writer for life.
I walk pass the places I loved to write
and I don’t speak with people I used to inspire.
Friends have left me all alone
and I have no one to turn to when I feel alone.
They say “you act like your best friend died”
which is true my writing has gone out of sight!
Searching and searching I sat by the sea
I closed my eyes and my mind was full of dreams.
An empty page came my way
and I started writing about my long day.
Christmas is a feeling
Let it fill your heart
Let it fill your mind
Let it play and dust
the corners of your mind