"The swimmer of light leaps"

She is roaming there
beside the clear River,
a touch of her heart
will make a poor boy
understand
her elevating dreams.
The tree is blooming
the fragrance made us dance
in the star winds of the night
the beat goes straight through wordless
sighing
beyond the battle of the greed
of our sad monetary structures of fear.

You can’t manipulate the great ocean
all the rivers go back home.

In every age.

The second door in the wild Sun

The second door in the wild sun
is opening in broken words,
the wind in the stars is decomposing
in the awoken soft parade of the heart.

The essence of the fruit eternal
without borders,
fragile resting against
the chequered tree.

The healing water
pours down the tainted walls
in cleaning clarity.

The Mystery of duality

With a sensitive gesture
I burned a broken sentence of an old book,
and probably rebuilt a world
of cosmic proportion in an empty conclusion.


And what do you know
the stars shone alright
in the colours of the wind when I flew inside the sun.


Heart nights in the mystery of duality,
another free beat to conceive
in the infinite moment of immorality.

New Morning in the presence of Love

The Sun is resting in peace
for three days
and will resurrect in the eastern skyline.

The Dawn chorus of the eternal Indian Summer
here and now.

New morning,
thou shall arise,
you’re presence will be Love.

Did you felt the warm embrace of Earth
expecting you to do your mystical dance
today.

No time for games I'm crowned with laurels

What ?
You know I am God
deep inside the nightmare of readjustment
I am
Allah the Sun
Jehovah the awoken One
the Moon that took a bite
you know I am divinity
a being,

inside there are no borders,
the stardust is mine
and so is the earth for my children to play.
It’s no goldmine to get your silly profits from !

In three infinite moments
I rebuild the temple
in every age.

The mountain called you too long ago
and told you about milk and honey
to share
breaking the bread
carrying water, chopping wood, finding the original face
turning the other cheek,
it’s a thin line between love and hate.

Who is drinking my Wine
and stole the forest, the natural Garden, Paradise ?
Who Raped and Murdered my children in front of my cosmic mirror
and broke my elemental machinery ?

The Watermelon Man
said everyone was once the Holy Mother.

Did you hear the dolphin holler
inside your mirrormachine ?
When you put a stick in the ground
you have to make a hole.
From the root to the fruit. A new season to be aware.
The eternal here and Now !
Keep dancing although the Islands of faith
are still very small .
Be a crazy little thing called Love!

A joyfull movement in mortal matter

An unexpected smile preserved a certain light
the cosmic sea all around the tired dust of the uptight,
the wine and roses just an expression to point to the fact
of infinite love inside
(the experience)
knocking on the door is also part of an illusion
your praying goes back to the source
your own heart, eternal One.

The thorns are burning on the slippery road again,
the oppressors are inside the holy communion,

every age is timeless
no beginning and no end in the moment,
it is called Love.

The corporation is infecting the elements
of the divine.
Awareness and immanent Love,
the pain just the other side of pleasure
in the dualistic battle of thought,
let your smile shine a light
a joyful movement in mortal matter
and you will taste like a weightless breeze
in rainbow colours.

The Sun to fill the page of the next leaf

The Holy grail Inside

mystical child

throw it on the burning ground

dance the night away it's here to stay
awareness

the eternal infinity

is beyond time and space

and has no particular place
be that cosmic entity called
Love .

Fair Sharing.
Aquarius needs clean water, boy!

Let the energy go through the instrument

The terrible scream of the joy and pain

in this mortal illusion,
the battle of light and dark is fought

to find the balance again
inside the harmony of enlightenment, the melody,

the silent rhyme,
the chords and the rhythm in the beat.
Open the heart
and let the energy go through
as though you are not there
faithfully accepting the One that we are.

Blue clouds number nine, mystic flight.

“Sitting here on number nine,
all I did was drinking my wine.”

In beaten messed up rhyme,
wordless measures along the grapevine
watching the river going through my mind
touched my inner light deep inside,
some of it got lost in the misty atmosphere
of my first cigarette and a mass-produced
coffee patch.
Today I broke that number the open code
and found a worthless sentence to be within,
a certain smile made me listen for a while
with my wings in the infinite winds
beside the dream of the fragile child
playing in the wild nights of the ancient forest,
warm innocent tears in our third eyes
the living water of the true underground
goes beyond the desirable lies.

“Now you are a dreamer.”

The Surreal pain

The surreal pain in enlightenment
beyond a cut out of pink value,
the dept kept burning, there is no might
to extinguish the source.
That crazy infinite little thing called Love.

Catching a dream leaning against a tree

Too deep to put in dualistic words,
an angelic experiment could become a sentence.
Judgement is for fools and comes with the desire
to overrule by spreading fear and hate.
The wise have compassion
and some have the strenght
to put things in balance again and again and again.

(who is waithing for a silly movie)

What can I say ?

Expect it to be

One more step in the rose garden complexity
the construction is exuberant in brilliant exposure.

Free Love in the natural elements

the lucid dreams beside them, fire inside,

the warm invitation
the great Mother is waiting to come back home.

Be open !

Experience and find the words later.

Dancing through immanent fields of joy

Balancing on dark lines of the mind,
the Fool is awake
dancing through immanent fields of joy,
the conscious living streams
simple gestures in master teaching
the rose garden complexity
of true nature.
The colours emerging in the warmth
of the capital Sun,
a little flame enough
to find the fragile heart.
I am so tired of little dead spots
stealing our ancestral blue planet,
the One had to put up a mirrormachine
right in front of our broken noses,
too much white powder
made the airplanes fly on cornbread
filled with children’s blood,
the wires are whispering very loud.

Can you make a computer system
on the decomposing dead ?

Can the trees find enough energy to bloom in the future,
so I can be in meditation and lean against them faithfully?

Hold on to your own scale inside, don’t let this system
teach you,
before you know it you are working in the gold mines

of the corporation.
Just breath in
and just breath out
let it all go by with a trustful smile.

One reflecting in the flames of not two

The serpent wants a piece of the repertoire.

Thoughts with the smell of hungry gasoline
lost in monetary flames
to fulfil a strange desire,
the roots are infecting the ground
your crawling on.
You could be aware of the ocean
and have to possibility be one with it
the blissful ecstasy is for free,
sweet love the dept of reality.
It’s a timeless infinite space
to response to,
the empty direction
a blank page.The mystery train.

The ultimate restriction
is made up in the mind.

The inner struggle
of light and dark
presented with a certain smile.

Love is what you are,

beyond the illusion

of time and space, the mirrormachine

is dreaming quiet awake.

Strange dream in Amerikah

Everything is Holy Spirit inside the source,

the infinite ocean is always there

right where you are.

The words are just pointing at the heart

Utopian darkness
of the democratic dictators,
the evening empire sold us
a miserable little castle to die in,
the walls a labyrinth of distrust.



Our holy chemical order broken
flying around in burned out air constructions
through the corrupted library.



The rainbow child got raped in the digital reflections
of a scientific delusion,
the strength behind the words
became lost in the mind.




The infinite mystery beyond the eternal dust
is embedded in the source of individual connection
with butterfly wings and the blue tones
of the rusty horn.
She is whispering the solid songs
of warm silence,
the mountain dream of love.
The mirrormachine drowning in the grail 2008

Timeless moments in the wires of space

The dream is to Love the dream.

We are that

That what is creating
is creating through our hearts,
through our gestures, songs and trying,
through our whispering in silence
our movements of hope and belief in love.
We are creation in eternal moments
here and now,
deep inside the infinite
we are that.

A crazy little thing called love.

Candy storm

There are no borders to be found,

only thin lines of misunderstanding

in lifes game of desire,

who are you?

Are you searching for love......

Do you see the mirrormachine?

Love pill for the daffodil

You gave me the feeling,

the highest of the high.

One Love!

Wicked business

Into the dark age of crap
twisting and turning the cards
throwing the stones
on bleeding tables.
The blue tree is wandering deep inside,
its manipulated flowers became neon plastic
monetary figures connected to the wires
of the burning machines of the corporate men.

Wires are twisted

The misty aggression blew up my breakfast in teardrops of blood,
the rough trade of the middlemen, the greedy priesthood perverted
screaming in their own weakness, the twisted rules made a biochemical
depression in the freedom flight of the infinite children.
The dream weaver burned the book inside his first cigarette,
the smoke danced with a colourful stroke on his coffee cup,
the TV set went berserk in his old dragon breath,
miles from nowhere in orange feathers the wires got connected again
the joy to know it’s love to comprehend in this wonderful
streams of light underneath the overwhelming cosmic sun.
The tree stood his ground beyond the disorientating spell
of the wicked deep in sleep.
Come back to those blue flames in the magic well, the rainbows
are silently meditating, the awareness that we’re made of the
elementary eternal dust in a wordless relief.

When evening shadows fall

The ice queen played with the salty tears of the meek in digital
fires, she chained them under the cold wild earth, the air was sticking
to their voiceless throats.
The wheels are turning with a dreadful noise, the scattered splinters
of the heart are lost in images of violence and naked relief,
the thieves and dealers are doing infected designer drugs and
deep meditation from the book of management, they stole
the trickery of endless power and put it in a little box,

the ignorant virus was found in every word

that kept on penetrating in the fragile minds.
The soldiers were initiated by raping an innocent flower in the
dark dust of greed.

“From dusk to dawn when evening shadows fall.”

The Underground connecting part one

Felt on my knees trustful, lost in a moment, in fire my heart became, the magic
when the wires inside were connected again in the purple valley.
The master was surrounded by the scent of every blooming universe of dream,
his breath was a storm in silent measures, the walls an illusion in the garden
of light and dark.
The words just fingers pointing at the embracing moon, the reflection in the drop
was holding a cosmic ocean in butterfly movements, lost in the overwhelming infinite
warmth of the essence of love, a source recognised as the only reality, everything
and everyone is borderless, only One to comprehend, in the mindless state
an eternal moment of beatitude, being, awareness and bliss,
I am Love.
The Mother smiles and is smoking a cigarette in a misty atmosphere, her white dog
is waiting for a walk in the park, a small part of chaos in the cultivated madness
of the war lords, the earth is moaning in my ecstasy the blue notes dancing
in the fragile hearts of the waterfall, life went on and on, the dancer lost in the
whirling of the fire dance, the pounding of the drum made high notes a thousand
dream birds flew away in the shining mystic breeze of the sun winds.

Soul creates a certain reality

My eyes are lost in the corner

I have to bring them to the left side,

the dream warriors

are wired in the dust

the silence is beating the drums.

An ancient stone

is calling in fragments of light,

the highpriestess

is holding the circle inside.

Soul creates a certain reality

do you have the right to be

bitter.

The heart is rising in waterfall

dreams,

beside the river the elements are shaking the dust from the mirror again in symbols

of light and dark blueprints, going with the warmth of the whispering wind,

waiting for the tears to fall on the clean earth, in a misty moment the two

lost eachother in silly philosophy.

Love Gate in bits and bites

Love gate
in bits of light and dark
drifting on the roof
with pink diamonds
deep inside the mind.

Don't fight it

Holding back the fire
in simple gestures,
the cold
is searching
for a crack
that will break me
every small line
in the dust
will understand
the warmth
of the ancient mother
again.