The Kings flew a little too high

Message in a bottle,
the mighty ocean, open water,
consciousness.

God’s Son runs with the head of a soldier
in his backpack, to survive inside the satellite
construction of the proud one, the dark dream,
The soldier was injected with a mark
inside his third eye, after a explosion the head
rolled before the saviours feet,
it gave him the opportunity to plunder the account
of the kings of dust.
The kings flew a little too high with their iron wings
so God’s son did his economic trickery
and transformed the uncertainty of the silly currency,
it became a chaotic mess to wonder in.

Only the intention behind your payment,
will get your white feathers back
every hair was counted in a butterfly move.

Some values are so much stronger,
the understanding of her dept
after some experience, the only way to know
what this is all about.

Paradise always here and now
from a certain perspective,
to be open is the hard way today.
( ‘such a strange vibration’)
‘Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.’

If you want to see God in the face,
you got to recognize your own
inside the mighty mirror machine.

You can’t buy Love
with a credit card
throwing shoes against your windows,
I felt the pain
in the river of Love stretching out to show you
the Garden again.

The Dutch blowing up Chinese crackers in the wind,
the clouds are burning in a misty atmosphere
the (de)monetary structure is used to it by law.

Elemental blue

Elemental blue
in capital whispers,
the flame higher
and expected.

The child plays in the centre of awareness,
naked in the rain.

The temple door illusion

When I’m fearless
to invite you
inside my mirror ball,
the dream that never ended.
Can you do without your 15 minutes
of Fame?

There is no conclusion
in these colourful manifestations,
I am infinite, a chaotic principle,
no thought is deep enough
to be substantial
in this Garden of Love.

The (de)monetary factory
is trying to invent the wheel again,
while I’m painting the Universe
with infected Dirt
from the beginning of time.

crossroads in the dust

Infinite eternal knowledge
is powerless
in a small World.

Be an individual
with cosmic measures.

You could start with having faith,
call it an assumption to play with.
Beyond the mask(the persona)
exists the wild peace, the ocean of Love,
the only One, in the mirror machine
it’s too fragile for the mind
to understand.
Wisdom goes far beyond
any sentence, any book or any whisper
of an Angel,
far beyond any word of a prophet, a saviour,
a mushroom, a sinner or a saint,
just fingers pointing at the moon.

The immanent genetic measures,
the mystic experience of a resonating Heart,
no restrictions were found
in that crazy little thing called Love,
matter the stage to dance on together,
children of the Sun, space less, timeless
Here and Now.

The Sunshine calls you in
from every mountain,
nothing should be excluded
deep inside the Natural One,
being awareness bliss.

After every butterfly movement
the walls are crumbling.

Where are you, now?

Which door is open,
after so many rounds?
Some of them transformed
the small room you’re hiding in.

Only One Level
to be aware off.

Ground Control, the supervision

I’ve got a good reason to sing beyond the dust
of your trying, you missing my part in an empty gesture,
the illusions inside the thoughts, went into a scientific
nightmare, you stole my nervous system
with your little white pill, I’m hunting for your heart now
to come back home to the Garden in a painful bliss.

The chemical substance infected every system, on Earth
the aggression too much for you to control now,
the temple doors are open for your pride,
dark one!

Sharing inside this timeless comprehension

It’s payday
for a certain kind of man,
after an empty party
of material fog, wheels on fire
and a country full of products.
Everybody for sale,
believing in plastic debts,
careless and cunning
a rainbow manipulation to rule,
fear the engine to keep the factory
burning,
insurance for an interpretation
for a future that never came.

There is greed in repetition,
we used to share this time
and if you don’t remember,
please don’t break these lines.

God threw a tortured foetus
against the logics of righteousness
infected thoughts
in scientific philosophy
no beginning, no end,
the realisation of being Love,
it’s so fine to keep it simple,
just leaning against a living tree
that was planted deep inside of me,
put your heart back on, and trust
your capsule in this cosmic space!
A natural meditation
no silly words to comprehend
the magic.

‘You will grow,
just like a flower.’

Slowly open.
Inviting the streams of awareness,
awoken from the dream
far beyond the battlefield
of good and bad,
every suffering deeply felt
in the blissful wondering
right here, right Now.

The French Kiss

The hurdle is killing, torturing
and raping,
some fools are suggesting
it’s because of a planetary constellation,
but most of the time it’s about
too much lost souls mixed up in desire
well educated with a master degree
from for instance the University
of Harvard.
( some knowledge is powerless these days)
after a certain amount of learning
you can become a captain of industry
and dump big piles of plastic
in the Ocean and mess
with nuclear poison.

The respect of the Goddess,
the fruit bearing Earth,
slaughtered like a dog,
after a French kiss !