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<t>Sometimes it feels like I`m in it to deep.

Im struggeling strong to keep me feets firm on the ground.

Sometimes it feels like I can fly in the sky, so strong nothing can tie me down.

Once in a while I doubt wheter its mine or just another wave of freeflown motions brought with the wind,

to teach me another lesson in how to be.

And Im loosing ground, trying to hold on to what is me, the known me.

Knowing the feelings building up while Im in my lonelyness and still feels like walking beside you.

So I let go, letting you go, releasing me, releasing you, from the games we played.

Energy free flown back to the rightfull owners in time just to make sure whatever done wont be an act of my self created limits bound on you.

And knowing my hunt is mostly in my own mind, hunting myself just the same way this game is build up mirroring me, mirroring you.

I can`t hold on anymore, can`t play this game whitout knowing whats mine anymore.

Like a play at the theater we create the parts, the ups and downs like the wind changing from ones mind to the other, constantly, fascinated by the inner beauty of the deamons, claiming to bee noticed.

And they`re noticed, captured and formed in the face of an angel, burned and rosen again.... not seen as a part of mine but as an issue observed from the outside. Judged and denied, accepted and brought back up into the light. But still ignored in who they belong, the sherade must go on.

And freegiven the act goes on again, hopefylly this time with the understanding needed to see what real wisdom keeps.... inner peace.

Knowing yourself is the inner guidiance to knowledge someone once told me.

You mirroring me reflects my deepest fears, lonelyness and weakness. Someday they will be my strenght.</t>

<t>To know thyself

thou must endure thyself

and all that thou dost

contain of idle pleasures

and morbid pain

To seek this knowledge

thou shalt not

seek in vain

but recieve vision and guidance

from thine spirit

that knoweth

your true name



I am the pond

reflecting the graceful moon

Am i not equally

graceful?</t>

Dette er nok et kjent tema som har vært diskutert og omdiskutert flere ganger....



Nå har det seg sånn at mange ganger vandrer man rundt i "sitt eget" og ikke fanger opp hva som virkelig skjer... før man har havnet så langt ute i settingen at man står bom fast.

Og så plutselig innser man hva man har surret både seg og evt. andre inn i uten å mene noe vondt med det.



Det er hva diktet handler om



Frigjøringen og evnen til å hente tilbake det som er sitt eget.



(Redigerte da jeg følte det ble litt for personlig etter en liten stund )