Tuesday, 24 April 2012

Education in a new screen


Screaming information systems, 
the reflection of the mirror neurons
capital sins sell everything in the dirty grey dreams
of the door to door salesman,
every new screen of the digital order
is knocking reckless on your solid mind,
ideologies are measured by a globalised hell .
Faith, hope, love, charity to comprehend,
the heart is trembling in the storm,
ready to consume the nearly unbeatable greed,
the stardust that I am,
through education,
the realization that the inner song of peace inside
is infinite Love,
(* no complex references are needed in this material world)
the elemental source
in cosmic light and dark
is freedom.
The mirror machine is turning around and around
in playful perpetual notions.
One Love.


Monday, 23 April 2012

The chase of the last Dove


















Digital blur became an infected Ocean,
trees are shaking wild
in my silent Mind.
Celebrating Humanity
a fine part of the undivided
Cosmic Being.

Exile in the backstreet
of consumers paradise,
a monatary elite crushing
potential little sparks of light.
A possible green whisper
is erecting my wings of freedom,
the Garden is still flourishing
in the source of my heart,
the painted design of the wallflower
is tumbling through the academic virus
of a managers decay in a flatliners world.