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......!