Sunday, 30 December 2007

Cristal mountain


Darkness
a way to understand
its illusion.
Crazy little thing called Love
with a cosmic proportion.

Open Universe
big bang of love.

A rocket against my window.

A firecracker in my heart
beating on the eternal shaman drum.

Who sold the Earth?

Who stole my blue garden, a few years ago
and spread fear and chemical dust in my heaven?
I have the need to sing
right here and right Now!
What is Love?

How Open it is !

Reality is infinity
reflection the garden to play in right now.
Honesty the only law.

Wisdom from an ancient path

Sweet wine
I’m lost
the lover
is where it is.

Feel the ground screaming underneath your feet

The circle of the mind
can only understand duality.

The battle
in relation
above and under
the heart
is inside the cosmic outside.

Casting pearls

The strange wind got through
the elements inside.

The mother inside the circle of light and dark

After a certain step
the mirror vanished
in a complex dream.

A wild fire
picked up
the pieces.

Friday, 28 December 2007

The fire of Love inside the mirror machine

The dark night
for a faithfull flame
only the ocean knows
my mystery.

River call in light

The sweet ocean of consciousness
the heart a stranger in mystic measures
from underneath the above,
the transfiguration of the instrument
inside the groove with uncountable names to play.


Silent flame
in the universal game
the wings are open again
what is my real name?

Ocean of consciousness beside the heart

My green eyed angel
reflects the leaves of her song
she talks about the rainbows in the night
her ecstatic flower wine gets me through the blue rivers
the eternal treasures of the inner unbreakable light.

The blissful words came afterwards
the books were printed to comprehend the experience,
the borders between you and me an illusion
in timeless love.

The sweet ocean of consciousness
the heart a stranger in mystic measures
from underneath the above,
the transfiguration of the instrument
inside the groove.

She is the melody of the sun
beyond heaven and hell,
she is the harmony of the elements
and transforms darkness and light,
the silence inside every creation

evolving in uncountable possibilities.

Tuesday, 25 December 2007

Rebirth of the source

Walking in the dessert to find a place
to lay my faithful head,
lost my last coins just by crawling on the kings road,
looks like he owns this place called earth
nearly no free tree left to lean against to meditate.

Electro magnetic light is eating us alive,
a naked turkey with a red nose behind me
my green eyed angels sings a country blues
behind the church in a sharp amputated rain.

The mother thinks about the next moment
could be another 2000 years
of serious repression.

Monday, 24 December 2007

The birth goes on and on.....

I told you with open arms
there is no road
although some ways were blocked
through the ages.
So many roadblocks with golden ornaments
in front of our eternal hearts,
there is a whisper somewhere in the cosmic field
it talks about infinity
they told me it’s without borders,
and beyond good and bad.
So strange to sit here in a central heated concrete box
where a providing jungle should be
dear angel with your green mystic eyes
bring us back home
to the garden of song.

So many children are not welcome yet,
every goddamned year again and again.
Who owns this place and why do I have to pay ?

the anointed is inside
the One that you are.

The birth goes on and on......!

Saturday, 22 December 2007

Basic frame in another game

Make my day a fine one
in butterfly moves
through the anxious walls
the great illusion
in an eternal frame.

Thursday, 13 December 2007

Do you know how to expand in eternal measures?

I invaded
the dreams of the nine kings,
the mutilated corpses
were floating in the infected river
to come back home,
the corporate man in his lonely cave
was chewing on thirty silver coins for breakfast
and the red dragon danced the night away
on cocaine and plastic ecstasy
swallowing the fragile elements
of the rainbow planet.

A cold blue stone came through the window
with his wild tail on fire
although the stars shone very bright
in this reckless night,
the tired sun started to whisper
of the early dawn.

He found the spear of destiny
but there were too many holy hearts
to penetrate
I paid him a visit in his tired dream
with my mighty mirrormachine
and brought with me a little wooden cross
for him to nail me on.

Saturday, 1 December 2007

Sweet voice in the Garden

I have a dream,
we going to work it out
although I'm fairly awake right now.