Holy Being

Cry Holy Being
salt-water being,
holler with unbearable grieve
about the children’s heaven
for your round nature
for your angular desire
for the straight lines of your mind.

Dance Holy Being
on the Kings square
between the open doors and virtues
sing about this paradise, these gardens
in the light of the inexhaustible stardust
salt-water Being of Love
love longing
loose yourself innocent
in these playful dreams.

Don’t be a beggar !

I’m burning thin white candles
and miserable incense
from an exotic box from a poor bum
to accompany the source
to the open infinity
the sweet compassion of the Sun
fading away blissful entranced, One love
solid on both mortal feet from above.

the dolphin 2007-08-31 22:57

Come away with me

Blissful thinking in the shadow

Sometimes in this dream
we are shades of delight.

When you understand these shades of delight
the illusionary parts of light and dark
in your own vocabulary.

The timeless one can't be bound in an object.

Intellectual poverty in stiff beams.

Intellectual poverty in stiff beams
from the hollow moon.

Hard energetic lights wander around
completely digital in secret codes
dark frustration
in mathematical delusions.

The failure of duty
in the overflowing matter.

The faith in the inner nature
the infinite moment
forgotten
in an ancient dream.

Trying to get some attention
in an electronic messed up window
selling hard rainbow shit
connected to the swallowing emptiness.

Anxious ambitions
the injustice of the strongest phase.

The awoken is in peace
there are no real problems.
He is sitting on a mountain of useless crap
and is crying in the affected night,
powerless against so much greed.

Our democracy of selfishness
this golden grinding teeth parade
appears to be a little bit of a hell
isn’t it strange
with your first million on the bank.

It’s always the easiest thing to predict
the wise will end up on a cross
or will get a suspicious car accident
maybe they fly against too many walls.

Every war is the end of a civilisation.

The temptation
opportunistic self-interest
sometimes deeply
hidden in secret ideologies
supported by corrupted scholars
the priesthood of reasonable assumptions
too dull to recognize the pain in the paradoxical.

“ It’s a glorious party, “said the wise Lady,
you never existed !”
She sees the little masks with her inner love.
in the end NOTHING has the power to hide
in the infinite Light of being aware,
so beautiful illusionary saint, SHINE !

Short pray in the shadow play
inside your yellow window.

the mirrormachine2007-08-28 0:02

10.000 names to set in stone

The elements are peace.

Timeless appearance at noon

You left me bleeding by the side of the road
my feet cut off in your rage,
the trickery of the sorceress put me together again
another live to see my point of view
the source forgives just about everything
it can only take a little bit of time.
But what can you tell my about
eternal infinity?

Too hot to gamble

How to break free in the ghetto

Try to go with awareness in the middle of the Mind,
the thinker...
and accept everything neatral
like a witness
(maybe with a smile)
with the same awareness go to the body
the infinite space that you are,
just be !
breathe in and out with devotional confidence.
I am that I am

Who am I ?

You are that.

Sweet initiation. I'll be the Sun.

Eye will be your mirror, reflect what you are
in case you don't know.

Come rain or shine, it is the season for a change
it's a marvellous night to be One,
isn't it ALWAYS !!!

Beatin' on my snare...

People make the world go round, and round, and round.
And on and on and on......

When the sleepy ones knew it all, a sorceress problem

I'm so tired,
but not too tired to keep on sharing.
Some educated fools took over something that isn't in their heart yet
and the wise are smiling on a big pile of crap.
A plastic mountain full of dreams outside the sorceress heart,
it isn't too hard to understand.

Omni present beauty in the storm

Basic structure flew behind the corner,
I sat there with my empty hands open.
The butterfly movement created
a big bang,
a word for it could be Love.
I was searching for a door, or a stair
the funny thing about it was,
doors and stairs kept on appearing from inside
so I stopped searching and found a really wonderful world again
where I could play joyfully,
people are so fragile when they are free,
one stone can break it down,
but nobody can get rid of awareness,
it has the tendency to be in everything
and in every One.

Golden lady I like to go there again

Free to believe what you're saying

free to see what you're doing

free to take you to the solid ground

still free to be love

free to take my wings

free to dance in the fields of ancient dreams

free to be drunk of the infinite One

free to claim this earth again

keep your hands to yourself nothing here belongs to you

free to show my wings

free to be a naked child in the mystic winds

free to be myself and tell you better be aware !

Peace in the temple tonight ?

Make my day !

The garden of virginity is awareness

Pure living water, brought you fire,
don't make a mess of the elemental structure,
because you are !
I am that I am, you are that !

The ancient mother is always right now.

Don't feel small about it !

The open road to elevation

The rose whispered silent truth in the soft rain
we got to go back for some healing.
Back to the ancient woods,
or do you think your too modern ?
Leave the toy shop behind,
do you need more crap from the global dealer.

Naked before your eyes

Naked before your eyes, another door to hold open
in the backstreets of a small town in green.
Peaceful watching the little flowers grow higher
in the early dawn.
So many stories to hold on to beside her gay parade,
her laughter still resonates in the valley.
The solid dream in bliss.

She's getting US through the bright light again

Your brother can do it, your sister can do it,
your father can do it, your mother can do it !

Tell me why ?

The next moment to comprehend
the conception is a natural process
of the one playing with our pure vision
of love,
may the pure virgins stand up
in the source of the heart.
Every child a wonder,
or do you rather have another symbolic object
of art to get lost in
you get your son dangling on a cross,
when he's bold enough
and starts speaking in tongues.

Where I am

The river of blood is also inside !

sexual dealing

The drunks holding up their bleeding hands
on the burnt-out stairs,
the virgins broken in the black tower of power,
the dealers dream behind his sunglass
penetrating the wise with a rusty old knife
and believes he can hide it,
this stone cold pain.
I can only tell you it's ecstatic bliss when you really
are the One, and it has nothing to do with a tiny kick.

Image building

set in stone(part 3)

Over the hills and mountains
the stairway to the heart of things
the elements and the slow dance around the stones
our transportation made the blue gypsy mother dirty
she has lost her pure virginity down the road
of eternal dreams....

set in stone(part 2)

These words were cut deeply in stone
just to get you beyond the small prints
between the lines.
When there are no more words left
inside your playful Love.
You start writting your own story of light and dark !

set in stone(part 1)

It is
before it was
a fish in colours of blue stone
the breeze
made me free
like flowers inside the bee
sweet honey from the rock
in the timeless numbers of sun
the healing words are strong fingers
pointing at the solid moon.

Community, satsang, Uma the way

Out of justice the source becomes clear
consciousness the depth of an open heart
called Love
the essence of a human being
know yourself in this cosmic unity
it's not a reaction but a response
call it respons-ability.
Tariek, the way leads you to yourself again.
You are so fucking beautiful
when you are God amongst Gods.
The merciful is altruistic
it is the natural will to help.

Captured Bird flew to the crowsnest

Beneath the watchtower he lay there
heavenly breathing, the earth blue.
The fallen pearls in the dirt,
the ground red and broken.
The birds flew from his captured mouth
to the heartland in his dream.
Flamingo's in flames to the depths of the northern fields of ice.

The observer lost in the pink bowl of the world wide web,
the hubble-bubble dance on the cocaine vulcano