Playing with numbers

The three graces
underneath the purple sun,
they are giving so much away

today
everybody in Holland
could have been
a multi millionaire.

There is only interest
for a few.

The mirror machine

is for free,

someone still has to break

the bread and put the wine

in the vine.

The hard way

I have a tantrum,
bashing the dealers
of global interpretation
out of the temple of Love.

Seven years of sorrow
inside my ecstatic joy
of awareness.

I’ve seen enough darkness
to expect a new dawn
again and again,
my future was made
deep within the first moment,
the infinite measures are One.

Love is playing out loud
everything is made of it,
the hard way is to know
who you are,
my Love.

Interests of an association of deformation

Catching shades on the edge of the World
(part one)
(or everything you need to know about the bubbling wind
and the magical Sun)

Deep inside the loaded wires
laughs the silent sweetness
without any boundary,
outside the rainforest
is still dripping a little bit,
the dog on her pink cover
with colourful flower print,
she snores in the softness of the
night.

The craving is descending
and Heaven falls extremely fragile
with it’s feet on the
substantial ground.
(part two)
The shrill cymbals are cracking
beside the numbers of the bell tower
in timeless platitudes,
the attention passes through the day
in anthropomorphic parabolic measures.
(part three)
The filed security input
inside the moulding matter,
the bubbling wind smashed me
back into the universe,
the Sun is burning infinite
in my dreams.

(it’s a change of climate
when you know you are sharing energy)
Is the web infected, are you infected too?

The Walls crumble

I reached out
for a certain kind of blue
both arms around
the shaman daughter
fragile light
erected inside the ocean
of stardust high.

The wild morning
crashed through the walls
of lonely anxiety
and left me
with a wordless whisper,
a new song.

Playing with the dreaming dew,
a joyful dance,
the mystery
of the fruit bearing Sun.

Lifted too many stones

Her senses were so fragile
her intention very deep,
one word broke
her heart
a casual slogan
made her cheap,
so much for religion.

Know yourself

Who started
this fear infection?

Sending everybody back to the kindergarten

Our ancestors
are addicts too,
longing junkies
using too much juice.

Genetic measures
from the western swindle,
the virgin mother
blue and used up,
raped and abused,
stabbed
in her celestial back.

The great economic growth
is digested inside the mirror
machine,
with devastating laughter.

Eastern Island blues,
the last tree is crying
in my dreams.

Today I created a new currency
it’s made of
butterfly colours, snakeskin moves
flower fragrances and rainbow smiles,
spider web complexity, frog eyed satisfaction,
mythical master melodies, frozen mountain breath,

river stream infection, deep sea higher beats
and air constructed nudity,
it’s borderless infinity

inside this reflexion
with a solid smile
from the depth within.

( it's all about the
financial terrorist organizations)
The self regulation of globalization
suffocated
the ethical code of this planet,

(de)monatary madness,

we used to pay with LOve.

Fences around a bank account

Integrity
in
community,
every crown needs to be open
the potency inside the elemental
source.
Confidence inside
faith the mortal mystery.

Even the prophets
get hyperactive
in these times.

Day in day out
screams in full colour,
cries in the cracks
of everything.

Inside you and me
only One
with uncountable names
and numbers,
the manifestation
of the dance.

Some memories
experienced the illusion,
the absence of darkness

when you're looking deep

enough.
The timeless state
when the reflection
in the natural mirror
is Love.
The compassion
goes beyond a judgement,
fearless is the flame
of the eternal One

Material limitation, the structure of our knowing

Traveling fast
in the restriction of matter,
lost in the economic labyrinth
of greed and pale desire,
tune in
and come home to the inner
structure, the mirror
is standing before
your dreaming eyes,
the infinite void
of everything.

The revolutionary Big Bang,
called Love needs no evolution
it is, was and will be
always here right now.
Drop in
and start sharing,
share to fly!

The elemental
is divine.

The market place
is created
by thieves and murderers
with a democratic vision
of good intention.

What does it take,
to grow a tasteful tomato?

Can you learn a bad egg

to stand up straight?

Share bread and wine

Angel flight in blue whispers
with a broken awareness underneath.

The walls still too dirty
to translate the crystal sentence
from the roots of the morning Sun.

Dwelling
inside these numbers
on your bank accounts,
searching for a way
to end the storyline
of a worthless desire.

Unload,
share bread and wine.

The weatherman is calling again

The mountains were melting
in my snakeskin,
the masters of the universe
lost compassion.



A humble gesture
postponed the revolution
because it felt good
to experience
the drizzling rain.

The morning broke
in thousand pieces
beside the open Sun.

The bleeding fire
lost in the wires
of his heart.

It's a new Dawn

Mystical pleasure
to experience the wonder
of being.
Don’t need
a scientist to know
the source of the universe,
being awareness beatitude.

It’s a Con, Cern.

Protecting the Garden, the forest of love

Wires
in the bloodstream
the elevation is dreaming
beside silent beats,
contemplation
with fairytale pressure.
The fool jumps to the moon
with daring whispers.

The wild dream
is leaning against a tree.

In a sentence
you could call
the inner nature
Love.

The Three Graces

Beautiful, fruitful , creative, charming,
delightful laughter, inner smile.

The virgin mother
shines through,
devotional to the wonder
of being.
The Garden
surrounds you
in this mystery always,
eternal,
bright and pure.
The Mountain
embracing the Fool again
in this blissful dream
beyond the scheme.

Are you fashionable enough
to leave the mind behind.
to stay with the question?

Questions

Invasion underneath
my celestial bed,
the cosmic measures
are expending
in these rainbow visions
of the awoken,
just before fear came in
from the backroom
of the economic maze,
I was gone,
dissolved into the ocean.

I’m bold enough
to put it in perspective.
just an eternal moment
to comprehend,
you can’t put the Garden
in a perfect sentence.

Who am I ?
What is Love ?
Questions to be aware off,
time after time.