Energy from within

Connected to the wireless system
the energy level infected
the natural chaos,
the order of things.

The growth of dark spots
increased with a terrible speed,
the machines took over
the beating source of the alchemist.

Every third star exploded
in the back of the inner soul
and duplicated only empty shells,
the temporary mortal forms.

It became almost impossible
to be aware of light and darkness.

Be

Beyond the words an experience,
being, awareness no space or time.
What if reality is made out of bliss?
Creation, beholding,
destroying, reborn,
the moment is now.
Smile a while, breath in and out.
Reflection of light,
rainbow child,
don't be afraid it's just a shade.

Chemical Rocket in your stonewashed jeans

The psychotic visions of nuclear waste
is screaming loud through 
the microscopic soft windows, 
the doors of reflection.
A little blue pill, forever young,
the mothers are raw, the fluids are bitter,
dust in their hearts
no more time to play with the lost children
the connections disturbed by electromagnetic vomit
of a paranoid preacher.

Is it too hot to handle?

Burning through the shields,
this is ground control whispering
in the desert.
Basic rules of the Mother.

The unsustainable duality

We all know how it works, 

gravity your only option right here,

right now, just submitting to the natural laws,

the chaos of harmonious spheres,

stuck in the illusionary will to have big fun all of the time.
A totalitarian reaction of the memory gave you a wrong impression
of the future 
that never came 
deep in the eternal moment of the heart, 
the cosmic source of immanent creation.
(What if there is no solid tree left to lean on for contemplation?
Can you already create an ocean or a Universe of Love?)
Acid dust destroying the wisdom of breathing,
the elements used to be loaded with infinite inspiration,
the silent vehicle of meditation 
the only true transportation to get ahead,
the highway has no goal, it’s all about the journey, the movements
here and now, the experience of being, 
awareness and bliss,
the undivided One that is.
Submission to our infinite being.

The soft fertile winds are reduced to a stock market investment,
the captains of industry, the petrochemical hierarchy,
is showing off with perverted smiles 
to bring you a new green deal,
the faithful lethargic happy family 
anxious dwelling again 
in the labyrinth of the latest desire 
in blue rays on the burning screen,
their inferior garden digital readjusted
with the microscopic soft smell 
of rotting flesh of the drowning poor,
the subjects of the monetary kingdom 
have to keep on buying to digest anything 
that land screaming and bewildered on their plates,
so the grand wheels of modern life 
can keep on turning faster and faster, 
overheated in their rage.


In the meantime the Saints are strolling through their infecting factory grounds 
in glorious delight with their eyes wide open,
mysterious and fragile.

What goes up must come down, 
although in a deeper sense
it’s also part of the unsustainable duality.
(These words have nothing to do with any judgement 
but are merely an optional indication 
to experience the philosophers stone again.)
Who is searching for what? 

Dwelling in the country

From four corners they came,
the program was presented,
reduced to the great investment.
I have still some little time left to play
and if it’s alright with you
I will share the eternal One,
right NOW!

Fragile life

I'm a universal principle,
no rules apply to the ones that Love.
The natural fragile state.
The hurting ones need every rule they can find,
to bring them back to life.

An Angel in display

The seals are open,

I digested a digital paradise
sweet moments in my mouth
a bitter tale in my internal system.


Men of high position hiding underneath
a stone cold mountain of economic disorder
living in a horrible fairytale world
of plastic design,
design of short term desire.


Who told you that you couldn’t live
from the wings of the wind?


Have a little sunshine
in your limited edition 
and plant a tree,
the seeds are so mysterious
deep within awareness,
the fruits are smiling through the mist.


The seasons are always changing,
they play gracefully
with the infinite dust
of the eternal moment.
The work already has been done.
Have the ability to response 
to a crazy little thing called Love.


I saw a lion , a calf, a bird of pray, 
Angels on every corner.
The books are bittersweet for the wise
in this expression
of the mirror machine.

Blue mood with orange wings

The Bird is on the left side,
the angels are whispering softly
in wordless experience.

A Little Blue Pill

Watch out,
the puppets of the fear-factory
are in position again,

they want you down,
close to the ground
the scientific gravity,
a little blue pill to make you happy,
bleeding in the middle
of the battlefield.
Tell your mama and your papa
I once was a schoolboy too
deep inside a crisis.


‘They can’t stop us
to the road of freedom,
they can’t keep us
because our eyes can see’.

It’s alright on the inside of the Garden,

the guards are completely open,
the scent is magic,
you will shine in stardust colours.


Could you be so kind
to remember again?


The instrument of awareness
is what you are,
make no mistake
it has got nothing to do with
PRIDE !

Experience of Bliss

The Machine is dreaming
of the green man

a lot of wires are hanging loose,
unwind them and start dancing
the celebration is about to begin,
this is our life.
A leaf is falling to the ground.


What is there to find inside?

The Kingdom of Duality

The mirrors smashed
in a thousand years of rage
the castle became a whorehouse
for the middle-aged,
young dogs on cocaine
praying for the mighty dollar.


Lost in the labyrinths of lust,
spreading agony around
in high-tech advertisement,
the burning circle
of the multinational chic.


The scientific conclusion:
‘Just a little red pill for the living dead 
 to make them smile again’.


The latest fashion doing the strand 
on the top of the raging volcano,
the manipulated beauty's are dancing 
on the empty beats of the machine.


The thorns are broken,
the air is tired,
the next page beyond the roses, 
the Garden natural and clear,
the unwritten books are open 
for experiment
deep inside the harmonious centre 
of eternity.


Faithful in the moment
without a beginning or an end.
Be a King, be a Queen, 
be a servant for the people
deep within,
this is the Kingdom.
Who are you?
Where are you now?

Just around the corner in blue

From the cradle to the Grave
poisoned by a dark liberal swindle,
the priests of material relief
kept howling
at the reflections of the moon,
the Sun is waiting
to digest your silly moods.

 










What was it that you wanted?

The Temple flew away

A plastic bowl in light reflections,

a mirror behind
the corporation of brands.

The dead are walking
through my rainbow fog
in complex disbelief.
The chains scratching
in the concrete jungle,
a terrible noise is dangling
in the back of the streets,
the man drives fast
to his next appointment
electronic boxes are calling loud
in dramatic draining pixels.


The master keeps disappearing
in the Garden of Light.