Butterfly through the mirror machine

New updated edition,
the ancestral trying.

As you sow, so you shall reap.

The acceptance of consequences
in the fruitful Garden beside the Fire.

From chaos and inertia
descended into matter,
matter dancing in the universe
of light and dark,
the interpretation
just a memory.

The butterflies flutter tender
through the borders,
the movement is infinite.
The source of intention
is Love, the inner Goddess.

The pyramid scale, a bird in the wires

"Nothing is good or bad
but thinking makes it so. "
Shakespeare

"Ask, and it shall be given...
seek, and ye shall find;
knock, and it shall be opened unto you:
For every one that asketh recieveth;
and he that seeketh findeth;
and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.
Therefore all things whatsoever
ye would that men should do to you,
do ye even so to them;
for this is the law and the prophets.

Ye have heard that it hath been said,
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth:
But I say unto you,
That ye resist not evil:
but whosoever shall smite thee on the right cheek,
turn to him the other also.

Blessed are the meek:
for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers:
for they shall be called the children of God.

Here and Now, the infinite eternal moment
Be, I am that I am

(being awareness beatitude)
Sometimes it's called Love
transcend the battlefield (duality)
God is Love
Love is God.

Dizzy deoxyribonucleic acid

The Mirrormachine
found the dream again
and made a connection
in the wireless substance,
the substructure
needs no company,
no boardroom,
no captains of industry.

Submit to the inner source,
it’s a crazy little thing
called Love.

The subliminal One
joyfully dancing in the protoplasm
of the virgin forest.

By order of authority
you have to be free
to comprehend,
watch the conception of the egghead
and the mongrel market,
they want to drive extremely fast
on mystical water.

Dizzy deoxyribonucleic acid
accepting the infinite structure
in a blue crystal ball.

The Wise are strolling
blissful beyond
the labyrinth of light and dark,
pointing their gentle fingers
at your desiring heart
to come back home.

The understanding to Wonder

Smile today,
she's dancing
in her yellow dress.



The measures are bright !

Sugar got a long way to get you through

Wisdom is to know
that you’re nothing,
Love is to know
you’re everything.

So sweet.

Purple heart of a butterfly

A generation
with X-ray visions
decorated with purple hearts
from the butterfly movement,
dreaming devotional
inside the open gates of the blue Mother.

The red ants consuming plastic,
the wires are shaking
rolling stones kept tumbling
when they moved freely through muddy waters.

The beats hit the Elysium
and grinned around the smoke,
the mirror machine gets overheated
in the pastoral scent of passion
beside the highway of illusion.

The scanning is complete,
there is nothing to search for,
beside the Self, the open source
let it Be.

A Mirage

The bear broke through
in oil concessions,
dealing fear
in the monetary maze.

I have tasted their crawling
in the torturing flames,
the war lords are dreaming
in their satellite constructions
of agony and pain.
The ancient books proclaiming:
“turn the other cheek.”
One the magic number!
The source is always free.

The dragon had his illusionary victory
with a broken spear of destiny,
and forgot about the infinite measures
of eternity.

More crap to buy
on every corner.

The big connection number nine

in seven steps


Playfull penetration on an Olympic field,
my balls are bigger and carried fire
when I'm laughing the Tibetan way.

Devotional faith inside awareness

The oak tree in the cherry season
smiling back at you,
with a heart around the Sun
the stars are dreaming free
in her complex agony,
the Earth is carrying it so gracefully,
reflecting a temple flying high
in disproportional catatonic greed.

You can’t teach manners
when you haven’t got them
completely back,
it’s a crazy little thing
called Love,
inside,
nothing to gain,
just be
the bliss, the beatitude
beyond the mind
of the meek,
the silence
the infinite sounds
of dark and light
the eternal heartbeat,
here and now.

The first civilization still ahead,
the next prophetess coughing blood
in her celestial bed.

Who is it that is searching there
inside these silly reflections of the mirror machine?
I thought I heard you calling
through the wires of the web.

Searching became an industry.

The honeybee

A big problem for a new world order
(the harmony of natural chaos inside their conspiracy)
-part one-

Impotent lizards
trying to steal our children’s heart
in the essence of the seed,
the only thing to gain
is a little bit of our mystical love.
Our elemental souls
will swallow their Universe completely
in the source of this wicked dream.
No grain of sand to be left behind
in our eternal presence.
I got my teeth
in your bitter tail,
mister president.
My death surprised you a long time ago,
didn’t you know I have made you a space to play in
a labyrinth to gaze behind the mask of the dark one.

My manipulation have send you a mirrormachine again
with illusionary wires,
parts from a Garden you’re longing for to experience.
What do you have to leave behind,
when you are hoping to get
through this mortal Gate?

-part two-
The drone is humming
in strawberry fields
with whipped cream
and narcoleptic essence,
practical progression on cloud nine.
An experience
deep inside the infinite moment.
The work already has been done
a long time ago.
Take off the veils
and dance around the magical Sun,
the nerves are craving for light.

Thin white smog

Ocean bite

the roads are leading back to you,

plastic numbers in the third eye

the form is standard with digital precision

the soul is getting blur

the stench is audible in the garden

the formulation epidemic waste.

Thin white smog

in meditation.

Electronic waste in the wires

Electronic waste
digital poetry of the elite
is burned by little boys,
no time to play.
The rivers are dead
and beautiful lungs are crying
and fighting for breath,
lost in the wires of the mirror
machine.


Multinational calculation
will it be strange
when the director of the board
is getting behind?

Temple construction number seven

Whatever you are bringing in,

it will come back to the source,

the One inside

the cosmic measures,

child under the Sun.

The bright birds

are hungry to sing

in a virgin morning

in pentatonic scales

beyond the blue bridge,

so tired of waiting

inside your mistic mist,

you always knew the sound

of my silence,

the fruitbearing song of my horns.

Literal Virtue, the natural thing

Lonely walks
through the dark streets
of desire,
with everlasting love inside.
Lonely thoughts
inside the wires
blending with the mystic warmth,
the transcendental light.
The Mirrormachine is holding on
to the breath we share,
staying just a little longer
to light the fuse of a snakes pit,
with digital precision
and an electronic smile
in centre of the heart.

From an ancient path some dynamical dust,
it’s dwelling on the shelves of the library
the labyrinth of quotation .
The seven deathly sins,
when natural consciousness is gone
into the illusion of things.
Lust
Gluttony
Greed
Sloth
Wrath
Envy
Pride

Wisdom to ask who am I ?
Justice for all
Sobriety, you are more than enough
I am, the reflection of I
Strength and acceptance without time and space
Trust (faith) the experience of the One
Hope to find yourself, the source of everyone
Without Love every rule is part of the tyranny(oppression)
charity, sharing bread and wine,
it is found by eternal giving,
the open mystery
without a beginning or an end(the paradox of thinking)
the heavenly elements
inside the silence of the Garden,
this crazy little paradise called love.