Raindrops inside the room

Heart beside the elevating corner,

the warm breeze from inside.

Now that you found the Funk

you got to sing your own mystery.

Strolling through the garden in easy patterns

The long grass is waiting in the fire
your warm touch is holding it together,
in my sweet moments of awareness
you are always there,
unexplainable open and free inside
the breath of the One that is
always now.

The Master through the nerves

The Mystic Rose inside the enlightenment tube
(the infinite drop an ocean)
“Do you remember when we used to sing”
in the pure mystic meadow,
the long grass graving for Love
the dancers lost within.
The elemental tunes eternal
the soul of the temple Rose in between,
the timeless void of creation, ecstatic in the cosmic green,
wild rivers calling to come back home to the garden,
nothing is lost !



“Do you remember when we used to sing”
the powerful beat of the silence
going through the warmth of the blooming trees
the breeze blew away so many veils
the mothership of the heart
that landed in the dept of the immanent ocean.



“Do you remember when we used to sing”
without the complexity of secrets
and the bedtime stories of our ancient family lines,
together, I.
( Who is lost in the multi-media system ? What’s new ? )