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)
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