Am I exchangeable?

Prisoners of your greed
desire for some shameless relief.
Angelic exaltation is wandering
through the streets.
The judgement too fragile
for the burned out sleep
of the neglected herd.
Behind the sharp walls of the tower
her soul was captured
just for a little spin in the diamond dust.
It is shifting towards
the temple of the roses now,
their rainbow memory
is bound to be aware
of the mystic garden,
the immanent heart.
(window seat for the child
  in little steps)

The Master through the nerves

The Mystic Rose inside the enlightenment tube
(the infinite drop an ocean)
“Do you remember when we used to sing”
in the pure mystic meadow,
the long grass graving for Love
the dancers lost within.
The elemental tunes eternal
the soul of the temple Rose in between,
the timeless void of creation, ecstatic in the cosmic green,
wild rivers calling to come back home to the garden,
nothing is lost !



“Do you remember when we used to sing”
the powerful beat of the silence
going through the warmth of the blooming trees
the breeze blew away so many veils
the mothership of the heart
that landed in the dept of the immanent ocean.



“Do you remember when we used to sing”
without the complexity of secrets
and the bedtime stories of our ancient family lines,
together, I.
( Who is lost in the multi-media system ? What’s new ? )

Took the soul back from an anxious master in the broken fields of laughter

Going into the extreme,
just drop dead
to be a light !
Naked elevation in the dawn,
true nature inside the infinite
the borderless scheme of it.
In the beginning you will find the moment
here and now,
the Lover, the bright One.

The battle a very consistent illusion
lost in a very sad hand full of dusty coins
and a lot of little children to abuse and torture
inside your stolen property, the suffering Mother
a spoonful of liquid making wounds
in her temple,
spitting in the righteous face
of your own mystery.

Still turning the other cheek
kept on blessing you,
the source of Love went through
their tired conspiracy ,
the big brother sleep can’t manipulate the beat
most of the notes are made of silence
you knew that.
You really are broken the response is very clear,
does it always end in an apocalyptic hell when a master speaks ?
Brimstones and disaster inside your uncertainty.
Things were very clear, it’s timeless
till the very end the circle was unbroken,
Love needs no space, no body, no thoughts,
no emotional reactions, no political structures,
and certainly no philosophy or a secret brilliant library,
there is no will to do it, it’s wordless, little child,
matter is also made of shit,
be free, just drop death be alive right now,
you should be awake eternal One.
Being, awareness, bliss.

The reciever in the tree

Are you open and ready to recieve,
every moment you can expect
a blink of my black dog's smile
it will get through your high-tech defence
with a force you couldn't imagine or calculate yet
because you are sleepwalking on my ground.

Her tongue washing your hermetic dualism
in transforming eternity.

There are still Windows between US,
you can't touch this through electronic light and dark
you have to feel the Woods, the source inside
with a mindless heart.
We are wild as the wind, a child can tell you that !
Did you see the ball of lightning in the corner or your eye ?