Abundance of light

Still a wallflower with an academic virus
on a flat world.
Matter don't save a soul.

Growth

Intolerance, speculation,
religious self-interest,
material gain for the insane,
dead words of love
stuck in the throats of the hateful.


Compassion is trying
to be aware of the pollution,
our heavenly body,
still everything is holy.

Measures on the crossroads

Time is passing slow through the valley
the measures forgotten.
New mornings to become free
in the cosmic sea.

Why not ?

Eternal circles in an infinite reality,

a wise one can't change anything.

Mirror machine is flying wireless.

Roots in yellow pleasures

A wireless state in the ghetto,

rocks are chained to thirty silver coins.

Gave it all away to plant a seed.

Too busy thinking

I heard it through the grapevine,

never enough silly dreams to believe in.

Into the machine again

Sun machine is coming down,

moneymakers are shaking

the land of milk and honey.

Reality became plastic,

dreadful bubblegum

in the third round.

(what does that mean?)





Meditation number nine



Painting it black

on every road

little white movements

on the solid ground.

Five ways to crawl through visions,

the haunted stars are screaming

near to our fragmented minds.

Smoke gets in your eyes,

the bed is made

lifting the veil in the meadow,

don’t be late.

The first will be, at last.



Muddy corners

Encrypting the system
the key is infiltrating anonymous
in several muddy corners
a biochemical process is responding
to the walls of the heartless crystal,
the goddess wanders faithful in the valley of tears,
the borderless radiation is burning holes in the soul,
a square head is changing the reflection of the mirror machine
the hard rain is screaming through the green of the infinite woods,
naked skulls and bones are dancing digital in the dirt of the streets,
the anxious warrior wanted to transcend to the cold light
of the disintegrated stars,
back to a promise in sacred letters
in the overheated disconnected hemispheres of the brain
he falls.
The trees of knowledge shake off their colors
in an electronic maze.
The elemental secrets of love, the facts of nature
just forgotten for a few desirable moments,
you thought you’ve felt awareness
for the first time in this existence.
(when breathing is bursting shameless
into energetic freedom,
the Garden
a timeless circle of the eternal breeze,
it’s whispering around and around,
only One, with uncountable names,
becomes reality deep inside,
a weightless place of light a dark.)