The first words of experience

The Tree of the Knowledge of good and bad, light and dark
the dualistic battlefield of the mind,
let it be.
Be Aware like a complete naked stardust child again.
An innocent manifestation made from the red earth,
evolved from the source, this heavenly breathing
called Love
male and female, close to the bone,
the mindless stage is Paradise, the eternal moment,
the Garden of life.

Dust will be dust again
when you don't know what-- It --is.
In the land of Nod.The planet of desire,
the world of rovers.

Who is searching now?

Literal Virtue, the natural thing

Lonely walks
through the dark streets
of desire,
with everlasting love inside.
Lonely thoughts
inside the wires
blending with the mystic warmth,
the transcendental light.
The Mirrormachine is holding on
to the breath we share,
staying just a little longer
to light the fuse of a snakes pit,
with digital precision
and an electronic smile
in centre of the heart.

From an ancient path some dynamical dust,
it’s dwelling on the shelves of the library
the labyrinth of quotation .
The seven deathly sins,
when natural consciousness is gone
into the illusion of things.
Lust
Gluttony
Greed
Sloth
Wrath
Envy
Pride

Wisdom to ask who am I ?
Justice for all
Sobriety, you are more than enough
I am, the reflection of I
Strength and acceptance without time and space
Trust (faith) the experience of the One
Hope to find yourself, the source of everyone
Without Love every rule is part of the tyranny(oppression)
charity, sharing bread and wine,
it is found by eternal giving,
the open mystery
without a beginning or an end(the paradox of thinking)
the heavenly elements
inside the silence of the Garden,
this crazy little paradise called love.

Roaring laughter is keeping it straight

Five steps on the leaf
near the mill,
the stone fell near the latest bill
beneath my crossed eyed axis inside.



The arrangement of the rainbow field
was sold to build an economic maze
for the dazzled and blind.
The one eyed is director of the boardroom
and drinks my wine and tells me to stop smoking.


Standing my ground
in this naked call
No chains are strong enough
to hold the source of love.
( Freakin' surrealistic with Dali in graceful meditation)
keep your apocalyptical dreams out of my face,
not hate but fear is the opposite of Love.

Secrets on the ground

Spring
the birds and clouds
are eternal too

the end is finished
I've smoked all books
of this fragile world.

Enlightened simplicity
without leaving traces behind
in the dust,
my thoughts flutter
like the burnt-out Gods ...