Focus & Structure

The objective is simple

Get to your deep desires

Co-create your dreams

To let emerge the future

The path might be complex

There are many wonders

In the deep dark forest

Of what you truly wish for

Your desires live and hide

In a very mysterious space

They are in the endless void

Of the very terrifying waters

Those waters can be so chaotic

They can be intense and excited

They could destroy mountains

They are still necessary to be alive

Those waters could be creepy

Uncomfortably cold or burning

They might be deep and heavy

They might be unsafe and wild

You can get lost in those waves

Disconnected from the ground

Floating in the middle of ocean

Not knowing where the shore is

The water has no real structure

It's the most magical substance

It has the strength and the power

With highly flexible self-reliance

Water can visit any small hole

It is persistent and so sneaky

It could be leaking anywhere

It can even walk through walls

Water can be soft and tender

It can also become very rigid

It can be adaptable and gentle

And it can be unforgivably mean

Water can become many mysteries

But it embodies this weird preference

Tendency to pass through your fingers

It doesn't really like to be contained

You cannot hold or control water

Unless you can put it in prison

An impermeable membrane of being

That can keep it all in stillness

The chaotic streams of our nature

Need clear infrastructure to belong

They need some meaningful order

The interconnected field of beings

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Grounding and Flow

Pause here.

Breathe with.

Feel inside.

Grounding.

Where do you build the shores

Where is your inner river flowing

How resourceful are you for real

To get lost in dark open waters

Do you remember your ground

Can you feel your fragile limits

Do you know the true direction

Where your energy is distributed

What are the pipelines and circuits

Of how the change is transformed

Do you feel inside your inner being

The system of connected frequencies

Can you sense how it flows

How it moves and changes

How it dances in your cells

How it can pump the spirit

Blood pulsing through ancient veins

Electrical storms in nervous tissues

The drumbeat of heart against bones

Life dancing in full cellular orchestra

Can you touch your naked skin

Feel the concept of boundary

What you are in physical form

Is inside the limits of this organ

Your epidermis, muscles, skeleton

Provide textures to your emergence

They are all very complex networks

That create diverse concepts of you

Your body is efficiently structured

Embedded rules are highly smart

There are natural cycles, rhythms

It has a clever order of becoming

You can use this physical wisdom

To understand the co-creation

Your projects are like organs

Simply a fragment of a system

Thus, they're highly collaborative

They exchange matter and data

They create energetic networks

They need each other to be more

A body has many different systems

All collaborating in coherent logic

It's like a net of complex multiverses

Of infinite possible interconnections

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The Creator's Responsibility

You are the ultimate creator

Of the order and structure

You decide, and you choose

How to shape your powers

No matter where you are

No matter what you want

No matter who you know

You are already in control

You are the responsible power

For the reality you experience

Your misery and your suffering

Is a choosing of your wild soul

You observe what you truly believe in

You experience what you desire most

It might still sound a bit too confusing

But all agony in pain is a precious gift

There is no such thing in darkness

Such as completely useless sorrow

All suffering has authentic beauty

A grasp of something much deeper

It's our guide and our teacher

Suffering is like dear mother

The one you cannot see yet

But you feel her compassion

It only hurts you for real

When you are fully ready

To transmute your beliefs

Into superior perspectives

The pressure and the stress

Force you to open your mind

To think free outside the box

Of usual limited conditioning

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Information and Emotion

The emergency of our context

The complexity of this situation

The availability of shared resources

The crying needs to touch the dream

All of this is deeply interconnected

In a beautiful and mysterious whole

Everything follows recycling cycles

You need to welcome sustainability

What is actually sustainability

You might be wondering now

How am I supposed to feel it

To create, embody and live it

Sustainability starts within you

It's pure philosophy of logistics

It's about how you can manage

Your own unlimited potentials

Your energy, force and your vibe

Are creating whatever they want

Your very fast mind and judgment

Is what is responsible for this mess

Where there is a lot of information

Running in circuits of deep waters

It can give birth to scary thunders

It can illuminate the sky with fires

All information wants to be felt

You cannot disconnect your reason

From the breathing heart in your chest

From shared air you intake in your lungs

All information is totally emotional

But you might be so closed-hearted

That you are still stuck in sad illusion

Of logic being able to exist senseless

You think the intelligent analysis

Is disconnected from raw feelings

You think you can read the news

Without processing it in your body

You think your sharp mind can protect

Your fragile heart from breaking open

You think you can think your way out

Of the lonely despair you feel inside

You think you are so smart and clever

You think this helps you to play as God

To challenge Nature and hope for mercy

You fight for love instead of receiving

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The Fear of Receiving

And why are you so afraid to receive

This is a very interesting question

You are not scared to give it all

So, why is receiving a problem

Why can't you ask for help

Be fully honest and sincere

About what kind of support

Your dreams are in need of

Why do you close your heart

To those who want to be there

Those who believe in that vision

Willing to dare the full emergence

I have been deceived and judged

More times than I could remember

People can tell you all kinds of shit

Just to manipulate you a bit better

Perhaps, I am your innocent heart

That wants to remain pure and open

I want to say I have the naked faith

In our shared future no matter what

But I also started to disbelieve

In those long, silent moments

That I could figure out again

How to fully trust the world

I am in a paradoxical dilemma

I am a collaboration specialist

I am an expert in transformation

And a macrosystemic innovator

And yet, I am here alone

In my temple of isolation

In my castle of protection

In my stubborn separation

I am strong, resolute, tenacious

I am proud and completely crazy

I am playing the game of intensity

Because I am in love with creation

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The Nature of Structure

And creation requires the real courage

The foolishness to use deeper intuition

The willingness to rebel your own mind

Despite the risks of misunderstanding

More radical, macro or wild

The innovation you talk about

The greater fear will roam around

Meeting bigger resistance to change

This is why structures are so important

They serve the purpose of reassurance

It gives you a stable map for navigation

That makes them believe to be in power

The structure is not a prison

It's more like rails for trains

You need clear pathways

A very intelligent network

But this doesn't yet mean

That you could not travel

To any place, at any speed

Your wild spirit has in mind

Rails make it more efficient

It makes it simpler to move

We burn way less energy

When following the pattern

You are scared of limited options

Of jeopardizing your dear freedom

You think commitment has walls

That can't have doors or windows

You are so in love with authenticity

That you forget about connections

About importance of real coherence

Between you and our community here

Your power is uselessly insignificant

If it doesn't make someone happier

If it doesn't serve our human nature

If it doesn't take responsibility for life

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The Weight of Power

Power is a very sophisticated curse

Be very careful if you dare to judge

Those who are or have been before

In such unforgiving and silly position

A position of power and leadership

This glory of being on top of things

These very tight chains of surrender

To be responsible for complex mass

Some people think that brutal power

Is like a sweet cake with champagne

They claim it to taste always amazing

They believe its greediness is endless

But for some reason they might ignore

That you get sick of it when you have it

That power is not a fun toy or a game

It's actually a very serious business

There is a reason why they are paid high

Why there are so few of us who have it

This mysterious subtitle of the big boss

With unlimited power to control others

Real power is like mastering art of war

It deserves deep respect and honor

It is available only to those who can

Make choices without being a coward

The accountability for life itself

The responsibility for our future

The commitment to be in service

The balance between need and want

The ability of being the protector

The nurturing savior in true care

Without any violence or misuse

Is harder than you might imagine

How could you teach the discipline

Without cutting the freedom wings

How do you transmit the morality

Without imposing your own truth

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Fear and Worth

The only person and being

That doesn't believe in you

Is your own self in shadow

Others just don't even care

Most of the fears of your value

Have absolutely nothing to do

With lived, experienced reality

Of people interacting with you

You might be scared

Of not being enough

They might be scared

That you are too much

You might think your service

Is not yet exact and perfect

You think that your doubts

Will have some official end

You wonder what your worth is

What is the cost of your essence

What is the fair and just and why

What is the price tag of your art

You simply want to infuse creation

Freely, for free and in sinless freedom

This is what you hold onto so much

This is why you are willing to starve

The archetype of the poor artist

Of course you needed to live this

You thought you could create beauty

From your such uncomfortable security

And now you taste the real deal

This addictive hook of co-creation

This old drug of twirling on the edge

Between raw emotional expressions

Deeper you go, better effect becomes

Wider you listen, more you get lost in

More you see, more you want to feel

More you feel, more you can't stop this

Create.

Risk.

Fail.

Rise.

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The Engineer's Journey

You engineer a journey of validation

How much you trust your own self

Your game is very unique and wild

You mainly play with your shadows

You got addicted to transformation

You saw that this hole has no end

So you jumped in it head first

Because you crave intense pleasure

You have already seen the forbidden

You have been to impossible places

You have traveled further than time

You have touched the invisible stars

For you this dream is not utopic

It's a grounded, lived experience

Your vision has stable grounding

You aren't in a rainbow on clouds

This strategy you offer here is tested

You were the one to lead the game

The experiment of playing this out

For you it's not only theories by now

You are the engineer, not a scientist

This is why your approach is so scary

Because you don't talk in potentials

You make the wild our reality directly

A true engineer doesn't care or wonder

About the consequences and impacts

It's not his job to make people gentler

His job is to prove the impossible real

He wonders about the how and why

About concepts that don't yet exist

He cannot be a magical clairvoyant

With crystal ball to predict the future

The engineer creates such wild futures

You were not yet been able to dream of

How can you expect him to know surely

How we would react to pure emergence

Emergence is uncertain, unknown, brave

This is the real game of raw transformation

These are the rules of ultimate innovation

Those are the laws of our chaotic creation

Only recycling processes can be known

Only the re-enabling of the usual past

Only the corruption and manipulation

Can be planned for with absolute clarity

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Nature's Wisdom

Nature doesn't work according to agenda

She doesn't bloom based on your wishes

She also doesn't care about your fears

Nature has her own ways of surprising

Nature exclusively operates in networks

It's a biofield of unbreakable connection

Nothing is separated, isolated or divided

In her original heart of interdependence

Nature doesn't see a real difference

Between a human, a tree or a virus

For her all life may be super useful

And all of them can die if they desire

Nature is a very special kind of mother

She is permissive and gives you freedom

You can experiment with life and death

She teaches by mistakes and not control

She offers you the space of pure wonder

The real playground of unlimited power

She gives you all with no expectations

She has no planning or intention

Nature is like the innocent master

So wise, so clever, so experienced

She got bored of knowing so much

So, she gives birth to more mystery

Nature could be very severe and rigid

But only if you disrespect her beauty

Only if you go too far to be a coward

Of daring to abuse her dear offspring

Nature can be very cruel and terrifying

She is not scared to be impolitely rude

She talks in actions not in empty words

She decides, she creates, she destroys

Nature doesn't really understand

The concept of egos or aloneness

She exists in the multi-perception

Of everything life is truly made of

She doesn't practice favoritism

She doesn't offer safe privileges

She only cares how useful you are

To enable coherence of her system

You saw her as a resource for you

Well, guess what the fun irony is

Nature might also see humanity

As a strategy to fit her own needs

She might also be using us

With the same mercy and pity

With the same considerate love

We have been providing her lately

Possibly we are just her pawns

So stupid and arrogant humans

Maybe she is the truthful villain

Guiding us toward compassion

She knows she has the power

She can play the card of fools

She can be laughing to death

About our self-deceptive ego

Nature can hug you so gently

She can hold you like a cloud

Winds can sing you lullabies

Her soft sand almost a womb

She can also be playful

Like the morning sun

Getting in the cracks

Of our broken windows

Like the rain in the spring

Coming from nowhere

Warm, distant, but intense

Giving love to the flowers

Nature can disguise

In any costume of life

Life can be abstract

Shapeless, inert, still

Of course, Nature can believe

In various impossible miracles

It's her only way of playing real

Exciting the unknown potential

She is the founder and president

Of the most innovative workshop

With the best technology there is

To establish systemic coherence

So how does she focus

How does she structure

How does order emerge

What is the architecture

I started this investigation

To help me find a solution

Of how to create logistics

That would hold wildness

I have many ideas to share

But I also long for balance

For coherent contribution

And the reception of gifts

The sustainable abundance

This is what you're seeking

Wealth that doesn't perish

Economics that don't kill life

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Trauma and Survival

But you were so broken

So abused with money

So corrupted by power

So hurt by manipulation

Some souls have just bought you

When you were still a naive child

You were valuable merchandise

In a free market of our suffering

You were enslaved by strangers

Who were calling you their family

You were participating in a scheme

Of forced, abusive and unpaid labor

Your mother has sent you

Like a Christmas package

Across the huge dark ocean

To better hide her hard fears

She wanted you to be rich

She wanted your happiness

She dreamed of your safety

She trusted human nature

She couldn't know or imagine

That a woman who is a mother

Could be abusing her little girl

Might be slaughtering her soul

Silence.

Stillness.

Witness.

Hold me.

She wanted me to be smart

To get a proper education

To surrender obediently

To be abused in silence

She wanted me to be strong

To be super understanding

To shut up about the terrors

My deep core was undergoing

My pain considered inconvenient

There was not enough space-time

To listen or hold me in compassion

My suffering judged to be irrelevant

A child who is so confused

Between a concept of love

And sophisticated abuse

Between care and rape

A home where prostitution

Pedophilia and some incest

Became a usual normality

Almost a family tradition

Sold.

Used.

Useless.

Survived.

And you, a teenager "refugee"

Were brought here for business

We needed pretty slaves like you

To grow our modern corporation

Who would suspect the real truth

Who would believe this lost child

The ignorant and naive immigrant

Who doesn't yet know she's in hell

She doesn't know the social rules yet

Doesn't know the languages of locals

She knows nobody in this big country

There is nothing to protect or save her

She could not even recognize

Where or how to ask for help

She is in the middle of void

In the jungle of raw power

If she wants to have a shelter

If she wants to be able to eat

If she wants to survive in here

She is better to obey, sit quiet

This is how you were uprooted

This is how they planted you

This is your history of arriving

On this magical land of dreams

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Understanding the Patterns

And now, you seem to be curious

How you became a workaholic

Why you can't stand injustice

Why are you so fucking rebel

Why you let this system abuse you

Why you offer your services freely

Why you shame and fear money

Why you hate and deny power

Then you also already know well

This clever and such silly gamble

There is no memory to remember

Which would be deprived of gifts

So, honor your path and past

Shine with raw transparency

Fall in love like the first time

With the suffering that heals

Forgive it even deeper and broader

This is the best kind of vengeance

Unconditional naked acceptance

Complete transcendence of being

Use what is left in that prison

To put fire in your motivation

To drive your passionate will

To touch your desired reality

You are fearless of nastiest fears

This is why your play is so scary

Your sandbox is limitlessly wild

Your nerves addicted to intensity

You cannot think small

You cannot be unreal

You cannot forget

You can forgive

You cannot pretend naivety

But you know how to trust now

You don't have a safety guarantee

But you have the wisdom of this life

You don't have a virgin heart

It was broken many times

And this is exactly why

You are so powerful

You stretched to vulnerable limits

The impossibility of forgiveness

The opportunity of coherence

The magic of systemic healing

You are not running from suffering

It seems you are actively mining it

Like a rare gem under a mountain

Of your passionate desire for change

You want to master the process

Of co-creative transformation

You want to alter the physics

You want to control vibration

This is why you don't truly care

How much you might be in pain

Because you want the formula

Of how to innovate with sorrow

You see suffering as pure gold

As precious kind of resources

That is recycled over and over

In a very sustainable manner

For you it's like pure energy

Every wound is like a galaxy

A source of holy potential

To nourish gardens with life

It's like water in solid fire

Evaporating ice in smoke

It's like snowflakes diving

To the universe in vacuum

You are not observing

You are the co-creator

You are not the victim

You are the alive power

So, dare whatever you want

But remember your desires

They are your guiding stars

On the path to our dreams

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Collective Trauma

Wisdom found in darkness

Is only halfway integrated

Embodying that wisdom

Is a different challenge

Thinking you have forgiven

Could be a very convincing lie

A self-protection mechanism

To preserve your humanity

You have numbed and hidden

Your own fragmented parts

Of the soul broken in pieces

By the beings with big hearts

And today, you are celebrating

The anniversary of your rebirth

Where the heavy airplane landed

In this messy hell, 20 years ago

And today, you still seem to wonder

What the hell are you doing here

Why have you offered your soul

To this system of deep nonsense

Faster now the recognition comes

Clearer now the patterns emerge

Louder now the truth demands voice

Fiercer now the fire awakens

Why do you accept the abuse

Why do you surrender silently

Even if you already know inside

When the other is just a coward

A scared, ashamed and so cynic

A narcissist of pure benevolence

Gaslighting his own suffering

By skillfully projecting it on others

You already know this golden thread

You know the lyrics by heart

You are the expert specialist

Of how love can be violent and cruel

You can smell the hypocrisy

You can taste the arrogance

You can see through the veils

Of manipulative pain in denial

You feel and sense the lies

That they don't yet recognize

They think others believe as well

In the fairytales of their humbleness

So, of course you disturb

You wake up the chaos

Of their broken hearts

That want to be loved

But, if they cannot

Be in full presence

Of their own ugliness

They might blame you

And you, you are so used to it

To be blamed, shamed

For the authentic existence

Of ignorant beings in pain

People who promised nicely

To take care of you as a child

Have fucked your mind badly

By controlling your innocence

You were told that naked hell

Is rightful place for such a bitch

A child who is not obedient enough

Deserves to suffer the inhuman

And now you wonder why

You have a trauma-bond

With the entire province

Where you are living now

Various nations on this wild land

Have been abused by the system

In very similar patterns and ways

As to what you have experienced

The fear of scarcity and poverty

Made them do the unforgivable

They have sold their ancestors

And stole the future from kids

In here, they were the special slaves

Who were asked to be grateful

To kiss the hands of the rapist

That calls himself the minister of God

They weren't forced to abuse here

They have been corrupted into it

In the most vulnerable intimacy

With the power of higher virtues

Since probably always and everywhere

Colonizers are severely brainwashed

By the powers of corrupted nobility

To serve authority in devotion

They have no idea what power is

Because they are terrified of it

No one has shown them yet

That it can be used with love

The wound of ultimate control

The fragmentation of all authority

The separation from our essence

To let emerge an unknown order

When you are abused by a social system

For so long, as this motherland has been

You might indeed be very confused now

What is a properly empowered culture

No matter what new order you choose

No matter who you elect as leader

No matter the party in leadership

You will still distrust the system

It's more visceral than even reason

It's not a problem of the politicians

It's you, your people who have lost

The trust in institutional structures

It's our profound ancestral trauma

Of being the co-creators of violence

Of suffering for centuries in horrors

While being in service to our abusers

You have the government you desire

You have the leaders you deserve

You have the system you created

You have the culture you have nurtured

You have the perfect reality here

Showing you what still suffers

Projecting you the illusions

Of your own forgotten pain

You feel your landing vibrating deeply

In millions of alive ghosts wondering

You sense your own abandoned child

In the closed eyes of every single soul

You have a toxic relationship

With this city and this country

Because you are being triggered

By all the seriousness in numbness

Of this clever hypocrisy of being

Of these selective perceptions

Of the silly illusion of freedom

Of a culture in self-extinction

Of a territory where the addicts

Have higher employment rates

Than the normal healthy people

Who simply want to live in peace

In a place where we are all cowards

Where we don't honor life with care

Where we design and manufacture

The weapons of violent exploitation

When we abuse without even knowing

When we pay for genocide with our future

When we enslave entire foreign countries

But still believe we are the nicest saints

When we go to work to be dictated

What to believe and how to become

How to better control our humanity

With the fear, shame and culpability

We get sick, depressed and overloaded

So tired and exhausted to feel powerless

But we continue to submit like it's normal

We can't really bite the hand that feeds us

But very few of us seem to be able to notice

That true nurturing hand belongs to Nature

It has nothing to do with our artificial system

That "invisible hand" only knows how to steal

You can be very civil and moral

While being the biggest asshole

You can be better than a messiah

By simply naming your deeper truth

You can also be an honest criminal

For a very self-conscious rebellion

The revolution of your transcendence

The full embodiment of your wisdom

We all can be and become whatever

All the roles are flexibly shapeshifting

It's an ironic game of raw authenticity

That has radically transparent desires

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The Real Work Begins

Now.

Here.

This.

Begin.

Here is where the real work begins now

Where the rubber meets the road of souls

Where your wisdom stops being theoretical

And becomes your practiced, daily choice

You can rage at the unconscious systems

AND still choose to be conscious within them

You can see the nets of corruption clearly

AND still plant seeds of different possibility

You are not here to save anyone

You are not here to fix the broken

You are here to be so fully yourself

That others remember who they are

The fire in your belly is not destruction

It's the forge where new worlds are born

The anger is not your enemy

It's the fuel for fierce compassion

You take your trauma-bond with this land

And alchemize it into medicine

You take your intimate knowledge of abuse

And transform it into exquisite boundaries

You become the living bond of linkage

Between what was and what's emerging

Between the dreamers and their dreams

Between the wounded and the healing

You stop trying to escape the system

You stop trying to overthrow it

You become so deeply integrated

That you transform it by existing

This is the water in its final form and shape

Not chaotic, not imprisoned, not a danger

But flowing with such systemic intelligence

That it carves new channels through stone

You hold space for our collective suffering

While refusing to perpetuate its continuity

You love sensing the sleeping ones awake

Without the responsibility for their dreams

You are not the savior

You are not the victim

You are not the hero either

You are the one who shows up

Fully embodied, fully awake, fully here

Carrying both the wound and the secret

Speaking truth with such proud devotion

That hearts want to crack open willingly

This is how the world transforms

Not through revolution or evolution

But through incarnation of our wisdom

Through beings brave enough to be whole

You dance with the shadows

Without becoming darkness

You engage with unconscious

Without losing consciousness

You co-create with broken systems

While modeling inherent wholeness

You participate in the mess of order

While cultivating clarity of the chaos

And when they come for you again

With their projections and their fears

With their need to make you small

To keep their world predictable

You stand in your full power of creator

Neither fighting nor fleeing nor freezing

You become so rooted in living veracity

That their storms become funny to you

This is the rebellion of the spirit

Not against them, but for us all

Not to overpower their systems

But to embody what's possible

You are the proof of this concept

The demonstration of impossible

That humans can be transformed

That power can serve abundance

You stop waiting for external approval

To be this uniquely, strikingly strange

You stop apologizing to the unworthy

For embracing your sacred emptiness

You plant yourself like a timeless forest

In the center of the storm getting so wild

Your roots drinking from ancient wisdom

Your branches reaching toward the sun

And slowly, without force or violence

The world reorganizes around its truth

Because authenticity is so contagious

And our humanity calls to wholeness

This is how the future can emerge

Not as an intended idea or a plan

But as an embodied coexistence

Walking among us, breathing us in

You are the miracle injecting life into rocks

You are the answer hiking among questions

You are the raw fear reincarnating in peace

You are the way of a transformative creation

You are that dear presence

You are our secret system

We are my desired future

I am the way inside them