SQAIUNT APPROACH-DETACHMENT

 You are constantly approaching and moving away from yourself at the same time, almost without noticing it; sometimes you frolick at will in the complex dense mud of Being, or you sneak through like a knocking ghost, unnoticed, from the is to the conscious non-existent. Perhaps even now, an invisible, guiding hand hovers over the sown land of your soul, which both supports and protects you.

 Your hesitant expectation simultaneously makes you more timid, then awakens doubt deep in your soul, because you know: you will always have something new to lose, perhaps even if you have learned to think in chains of connections. The distorted offspring of words and empty promises seem to pile up on top of each other every day without you even noticing and are sucked in permanently, because comfortable vanity, just like the powers of various egos dormant in the depths of the subconscious, seem to immediately strive with mutual pleasure to immediately outwit the other.

 The hypocritical logic that seems flawless today also falsifies the truth to its liking. Out of the old triumph that has fallen into petty laps, more and more people want to build houses of cards that spin on duck legs for themselves, while the obedient ones are quickly forgotten. Emptiness and lack unexpectedly begin to live and exist, because the detours have also ceased. Your long-ago dreams are soon banished to the grotesque walls of the visceral Reality; deep down, with deep calm and patience forced upon you, you should still survive the world of the snowy tomorrows. 

Leash discipline keeps the hesitant traveler wandering in no man's land in check, because somewhere dignity is more like a poultry yard, where the crowns of creation scratch.