Hanging around

Through a black hole
into the cracks of the system,
twisted in a deeper role
still whispering a stranger rhythm.

Crucial triangle is burning

Sphinx beneath sealevel
the reflextion in the mirror,
heaven and hell.
Inflation of the mystical construction,
grace is murmuring through your veins,
breathe in and out,
time and space made of love,
the wise ones
will never find a borderline.

Educated fools

Indifferent elements
manipulated
and ready to vote.

Resurrection emerging

Addicted to your heartbeat,
took my dark fingers to the light,
a generous conclusion
in the night.

The betrayal
when you let me believe
there was a boundary.

Meditation in blue order

Lightning roaming through our heads
they scream out for murder and hate,
temples are rising beyond the pain.

(A legendary walk through the woods
accompanied by irregular whispers
of respect.)

Rising

Structure beyond the fashion,
a fast way around the corner.
The bee is crashing
into a little white bottle,
white powder is screaming
against a blue circle inside
the walls.

Third transfiguration

Second look behind the veil,
the temple is made of stone.
Natural intention is deep
without any borders,
only One to experience,
to comprehend,
the gate is very small,
only the heart can get through.
(devotional breathing)
That's Soul.

Angel behind the veil

Mind your own.