the crystal palace

Shaman hands in the wind

In shantytown the tree is blooming
in a rainbow coloured morning,
she whispered and gave me
tea and orange juice in all her glory.
Light is bursting through the door
and a soft wind blew the fear away
that stood there much too long.

Now they are dancing in the ocean of joy
the infinite strenght of their hearts
was always waiting for us to be a part.

You know I'm waiting for you to come through !

No deal can come between it
just let go
faithful in the flow,
BE who you supposed to be,
totally free.
the natural way
to fly,
is always inside,
realise and recognize.

the machine waiting for the orange queen to be
wise.

part one of the story

the wheeling and dealing

The vampires sitting there on the top of the dying hills
dealing in slaves to keep the machines running
on living water probably till the last precious drop
little boys and girls lost in desire
fulfilling their longsome awful thrills
dreaming of an eighty billion dollar deal
to get them in a high tech penetrating toy
for the great escape to exotic new stars
the same old illusion dwelling too high
the blue planet is crying for so much stupidity
in a grain of sand.

The Sun is so angry
he is trying to melt us away.

I knew after I understood
that their cold hearts are bound to heal
in the end nobody was broken
only one love remains in reality.

We are waiting for so long now
in this eternal hidden paradise.

The next one that awakes here
knows his way around the corner
and is lost in the warmth of awareness.
The awareness that knows no borders, only infinity.

The dance should be in any manifestation
transforming good and bad.

You know that the ferryman don’t accept blood money
he only can see the pure parts shining back to love.

We’re explaining time and time again:
“ That no game is so bitter than
the wheeling and dealing in gold
it brings you to the cheapest feelings
when you need something outside the source inside
in this ecstatic heaven made out of bliss,
it is time for you to break
the bread in beautiful parts of wisdom
and proclaim that you don’t know shit !!
And share the wine
to see the spirit
of our holy hearts.”
Let us call it community.

(the gathering can’t be divided)

rob2007-04-28( Is it made out of glue and sticking on you ? we can’t run away from the One because we are what we are)

Temple of light inside

Here comes the night,
the dark knight wonders
how she can let her blue hair
grow so fast.
(you can't capture Love)
come back home
the trees are blooming
so can you !

A new moment in time

Bless the Love
Rave Alan is Born !
a wonderful boy
bringing new light.
Marcel and Keely Shine !!

Crossroads to freedom

Giving the pain
to the massive tears
of the holy mountains
only this moment to understand
the dance I'm dancing
the Crystal angel
is whispering loud
to the solid ground.

Into the Garden

In the Garden
awake and aware
the veil was lifted
the eternal one is playing
with the open child again

The peasants way

The peasants way On the road to freedom he’s tangled up in dry ice cold words an African princess to serve him in his little needs and a fine monastery wine gets him through his overheated thoughts. His lack of inner feelings made him search inside the lines of a dead woman’s breast. He’s looking for wisdom in the fresh liver of a bull and the mystical sounds of the fire when he’s burning a tortured child. In the bar with the three eyed dwarf they have mixed the sorcerers leaves he has seen the anointed feet of the wise one screaming in his dreams, he sat there naked in his own stone cold fluids and in the eternal river before him the corpses with their broken eyes they are floating slowly beside the guilty one for all the saints to see. The voices of the library whispered their judgements and made him believe he was the chosen one! He created a world of slavery a monetary world of addiction using up the giving sources of the earth to prove his philosophy of eternal flesh and bones again, he used the dancing people of the sun, and made an ecstatic church to catch their energy and when he needed an essential part to add to his body made of genetic gold, no one is safe ! In his greed to survive he called the eternal, the evolution of modern life. Our precious time is sold to him very cheap some generations ago. So when your driving to his office tomorrow know that he owns your blood, sweat and tears. Every part of your material life belongs to the company and sometimes your soul although you don’t know it yet lost in his maze of prosperity the illusion of his empty plastic light. You are working much too hard trying to get yourself into a future you have learned so well on his universities of lies. (you had no time to experience the divine songs of silence) And if you die in the process he sells your skull and bones for his cattle to expanse. (When the peasants rule, the gypsies are suffering while they are dancing in the warm beams of aurora ) Can’t you take a joke! THE DUTCH ARE SPINELESS BASTERDS !! rob2007-03-07