the Patriarchate

I obey since childhood

of the soul

the Patriarchate

has long since

of woman's indivisible dignity

and from the weak

bid farewell

a toddler

As a toddler

on the way

to the place of worship

my father

footsteps behind me

with family

in uniform

slung with a pistol

head up son

you are nothing

you will nothing

you go to jail

or to the madhouse

The mightiest thing

“The mightiest thing in us is the soul, in the drama of the soul where we are not the author ourselves; we only have a supporting role to play in the dream. To interpret the dream daily so that I can re-engage with the reality of the world, with the environment, with new insight."

knitted

The one soul

becomes in humans

the soul

she will check

which words

I have knitted

are part

sadness and suffering

if you don't want to live anymore: stay

both are part of real life