Fingers can:
Touch and crush
Join and point
Make and take

Hands that:
Stroke and broke
Lead and beat
Take Care and/
Create war fare

Arms that embrace
Or those that disgrace
They are our tools
Don’t use them as fools
They can be cruel, and rule
Please use them as your “jewels’

Pointing fingers does not heal
The way that you feel
For a problem to dissolve
You need to get involved

We always want to arrange
The other one to change
We try to postpone
The moment to feel alone

No matter who did … it
You are feeling the sh.t
You are on an emotional train
Facing your shame and pain

Write, paint, dance talk
Or do any kind of sports
Dont disguise
Your shadow side

Befriending the inner enemy
Will change your destiny
It is your greatest gift
Yourself and others to forgive

Being
is Seeing
Feeling
Hearing

Be the “exponent”
In your life moment
Don’t let it last
What happened in the past
Don’t run
For the future to come

Do not despair
Just be aware
What is there
And take care

In the world of Psychiatry
We learn a lot about anxiety
Meddling with our Psyche
With a lot of “might”

In the old days we had operations
Now we live in The Age of Medications
It has a reputation
For our mental salvation

Can we talk about a revolution
In our evolution?
In the near future we might look back
Knowing we totally went off track

There are many studies about our Brain
But up till now the Mystery remains
Maybe our Psyche is misunderstood
And  it is time for a different outlook

Living in a self created bubble
Brings us into trouble
The outside very thin
Fragile all the way within

When it busts
Blow away the “dust”
We will be aware
There is no-thing there

How can there be poverty
And many lives have no quality
While others live extraordinaire
Focusing on becoming a billionaire

Maybe there would be fewer
If they would invest in a “sewer”
Or companies with big names
Would stop selling products as a game

But support in clean water
For every son and daughter
In countries very poor
Where lives are unsure

Wealth is invested in few places
While there are many suffering races
Tell me, how can this be fair?
While they ONLY need to share!

Do we actually know what we eat?
What is added to our wheat
What about the red color of our meat
The additives in our sweats
And in the animal treats
Do they manipulate our seeds
Do our fish swim in rivers and seas
Is there real milk in our cheese
Are there pesticides in honey made by bees

How about the quality of a pear
And are we aware
What we spray into our air
What is in the shampoo for our hair
In the products for our skin care
And is it fair
That tired hands make the clothes we wear
We often know more about someones love affair
Than we know about our own welfare!!!

On a Social Media sea we float
To NEVER miss the boat
Always on the phone
Afraid of being alone

To not feel any less
We also want to impress
Even on our daily “stage”
We lie about our age:

It is a fact
Our life is an act
Inside we all yearn
To return

To the real person:
Our own authentic version

Some people are ‘mentally disabled’
They are always able:
To look at people with an open mind
Approach them by just being kind

Wouldn’t it be a great suggestion
Asking ourselves a question:
When there is a great variety
In our own Society

Why not talk about possibilities
Instead of focusing on disabilities
And concentrate on creativity
It may lead to a Society of stability

Do you see
All the seas:
I couldn’t stop
My tear drops
Days I wept
Feeling trapped!

A payed a big prize:
Seas turned into ice
Emotions did freeze
Minus many degrees
Falling in the criteria
Of Siberia!!!

Turning to my own Sun
A new journey begun
The ice did melt
My feelings I felt
Running into my sea
Enjoying every bit of me!