Reaching out for another child

Standing my ground, respectful and open,
a hungry man is crawling
towards a borderline.

First move towards the true blue

Found these eyes wrapped in plastic,
while I was strolling through the Garden
in a timeless pace.

Child of the Sun

Being there

in the middle of heaven and hell

the nature of timeless reflection,

not my body,

not my thoughts,

not my feelings,

just a mirror machine gazing in the light.

An unbelievable big bang
of ever growing Love.

A simple twist of faith keeps on expending.

Reality without a borderline.

One.

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 !

Know yourself

Who started
this fear infection?

So fly to sing a fragile song

The stories have been sold
with terrible profits,
just to let you drive all-night
in a hypnotic beat.

Forever young in plain desire
on the top of the ice mountain
empty handed again and again.


Only wisdom dreams the moment
in the eternal garden of light and dark
in infinite measures completely aware.

Some things can unfold
in a open fragile source called freedom,
the 4th state.

No thought can infect it,
it’s wireless that crazy little thing
called Love
we are made of it,
wonderful creative
Stardust Children underneath the Sun.

Paranoid voices in a foggy night

Paranoid voices in the wind

I told you before
I’m bold enough
to turn the other cheek
but before you get lost
in another dark cloud
of manipulation
to show the strength
of the global scam we’re all mixed up in
and before you start your preparation
to make an end to a bright voice
I will leave you with the choice
to be reborn again and again
if I have to
from underneath my marble stone
my solid grave of immortality
although this body is bound to get lost
in gravity
the earth is drawing
my mortal feelings away
to be a silent song of response
back to the solid ground
natural elements lost in illusive boundaries.

Boogie nights from the mountain and the dust.

You sword was new and electronic
a perfect duplicate
the same old story we heard it all before,
we have no shields for so much sadness
powered by so many destructive wills
only awareness and intention
to point out our naked playing
in the open fields of beatitude,
paradise is always here and now
beyond time and space
there must be somebody
very ignorant
and really don’t experience infinity
waiting for the bill of light.

Electric mud pounding in the wires
of the mindless ocean, making waves.
The dark earth tearing my soul open
the ecstatic body,
the warm smell of salty rain
the bonfire in the faithful cave
the butterfly movement erects in the dept
of the living water,
the circle is blooming
in the eternal garden of Love.

Do you still want to fly
with greasy wings,
time to get lifted in the lucid sky,
cosmic One.
rob & the mirrormachine in the waiting game
smoking in the living rain