Playing with numbers

The three graces
underneath the purple sun,
they are giving so much away

today
everybody in Holland
could have been
a multi millionaire.

There is only interest
for a few.

The mirror machine

is for free,

someone still has to break

the bread and put the wine

in the vine.

The hard way

I have a tantrum,
bashing the dealers
of global interpretation
out of the temple of Love.

Seven years of sorrow
inside my ecstatic joy
of awareness.

I’ve seen enough darkness
to expect a new dawn
again and again,
my future was made
deep within the first moment,
the infinite measures are One.

Love is playing out loud
everything is made of it,
the hard way is to know
who you are,
my Love.

Interests of an association of deformation

Catching shades on the edge of the World
(part one)
(or everything you need to know about the bubbling wind
and the magical Sun)

Deep inside the loaded wires
laughs the silent sweetness
without any boundary,
outside the rainforest
is still dripping a little bit,
the dog on her pink cover
with colourful flower print,
she snores in the softness of the
night.

The craving is descending
and Heaven falls extremely fragile
with it’s feet on the
substantial ground.
(part two)
The shrill cymbals are cracking
beside the numbers of the bell tower
in timeless platitudes,
the attention passes through the day
in anthropomorphic parabolic measures.
(part three)
The filed security input
inside the moulding matter,
the bubbling wind smashed me
back into the universe,
the Sun is burning infinite
in my dreams.

(it’s a change of climate
when you know you are sharing energy)
Is the web infected, are you infected too?

The Walls crumble

I reached out
for a certain kind of blue
both arms around
the shaman daughter
fragile light
erected inside the ocean
of stardust high.

The wild morning
crashed through the walls
of lonely anxiety
and left me
with a wordless whisper,
a new song.

Playing with the dreaming dew,
a joyful dance,
the mystery
of the fruit bearing Sun.

Lifted too many stones

Her senses were so fragile
her intention very deep,
one word broke
her heart
a casual slogan
made her cheap,
so much for religion.

Know yourself

Who started
this fear infection?

Sending everybody back to the kindergarten

Our ancestors
are addicts too,
longing junkies
using too much juice.

Genetic measures
from the western swindle,
the virgin mother
blue and used up,
raped and abused,
stabbed
in her celestial back.

The great economic growth
is digested inside the mirror
machine,
with devastating laughter.

Eastern Island blues,
the last tree is crying
in my dreams.

Today I created a new currency
it’s made of
butterfly colours, snakeskin moves
flower fragrances and rainbow smiles,
spider web complexity, frog eyed satisfaction,
mythical master melodies, frozen mountain breath,

river stream infection, deep sea higher beats
and air constructed nudity,
it’s borderless infinity

inside this reflexion
with a solid smile
from the depth within.

( it's all about the
financial terrorist organizations)
The self regulation of globalization
suffocated
the ethical code of this planet,

(de)monatary madness,

we used to pay with LOve.

Fences around a bank account

Integrity
in
community,
every crown needs to be open
the potency inside the elemental
source.
Confidence inside
faith the mortal mystery.

Even the prophets
get hyperactive
in these times.

Day in day out
screams in full colour,
cries in the cracks
of everything.

Inside you and me
only One
with uncountable names
and numbers,
the manifestation
of the dance.

Some memories
experienced the illusion,
the absence of darkness

when you're looking deep

enough.
The timeless state
when the reflection
in the natural mirror
is Love.
The compassion
goes beyond a judgement,
fearless is the flame
of the eternal One

Material limitation, the structure of our knowing

Traveling fast
in the restriction of matter,
lost in the economic labyrinth
of greed and pale desire,
tune in
and come home to the inner
structure, the mirror
is standing before
your dreaming eyes,
the infinite void
of everything.

The revolutionary Big Bang,
called Love needs no evolution
it is, was and will be
always here right now.
Drop in
and start sharing,
share to fly!

The elemental
is divine.

The market place
is created
by thieves and murderers
with a democratic vision
of good intention.

What does it take,
to grow a tasteful tomato?

Can you learn a bad egg

to stand up straight?

Share bread and wine

Angel flight in blue whispers
with a broken awareness underneath.

The walls still too dirty
to translate the crystal sentence
from the roots of the morning Sun.

Dwelling
inside these numbers
on your bank accounts,
searching for a way
to end the storyline
of a worthless desire.

Unload,
share bread and wine.

The weatherman is calling again

The mountains were melting
in my snakeskin,
the masters of the universe
lost compassion.



A humble gesture
postponed the revolution
because it felt good
to experience
the drizzling rain.

The morning broke
in thousand pieces
beside the open Sun.

The bleeding fire
lost in the wires
of his heart.

It's a new Dawn

Mystical pleasure
to experience the wonder
of being.
Don’t need
a scientist to know
the source of the universe,
being awareness beatitude.

It’s a Con, Cern.

Protecting the Garden, the forest of love

Wires
in the bloodstream
the elevation is dreaming
beside silent beats,
contemplation
with fairytale pressure.
The fool jumps to the moon
with daring whispers.

The wild dream
is leaning against a tree.

In a sentence
you could call
the inner nature
Love.

The Three Graces

Beautiful, fruitful , creative, charming,
delightful laughter, inner smile.

The virgin mother
shines through,
devotional to the wonder
of being.
The Garden
surrounds you
in this mystery always,
eternal,
bright and pure.
The Mountain
embracing the Fool again
in this blissful dream
beyond the scheme.

Are you fashionable enough
to leave the mind behind.
to stay with the question?

Questions

Invasion underneath
my celestial bed,
the cosmic measures
are expending
in these rainbow visions
of the awoken,
just before fear came in
from the backroom
of the economic maze,
I was gone,
dissolved into the ocean.

I’m bold enough
to put it in perspective.
just an eternal moment
to comprehend,
you can’t put the Garden
in a perfect sentence.

Who am I ?
What is Love ?
Questions to be aware off,
time after time.

Raw power of accuracy

The gold has to be somewhere.

I've digested the broken Sun

and amplified the measures

in a nuclear freeze.

Drunk on sugar mountain

Cutting sugarcane
in the heat,
the fragile dust, hungry,
so thirsty for life
the wounds infected
captured in the cruel corporate chains
of the puppet players of every president.

Uncertain,
hoping
some dark eagles
will fly on Friday.

Just to get drunk
on sugar mountain again,
only the cheapest wine
to still the hunting pain.

Printing silver coins on shining walls,

the raw material is stolen from the elemental

source.

Throw your software package on the ground

and start dancing !

Baby boom greed

The baby boom greed
and the morals of the perverted father.

I’m hiding in a sacred place
deep within.
For a few coins and a spoonful
this paradise is sold in this life
and probably in the(this)next life too.
Some called it heaven and hell,
who is leaving this mess behind?
Valley of tears.
Who is leaving this measures behind?
Cloud nine.

Throw your software package on the ground
and start dancing, thank God it’s Friday.

The image is made of it

Confidence,
when the senses open fragile,
in the rainbow fields.
The warmth of her smile,
carrying water to the thirsty Ones.

The mirror machine
has future right here, right now
and is going beyond
guild or fear.
The reflection will be
the deepest source,
a crazy little thing called Love,
every image is made of it
that is what we are.
The mountain call is always trying
deep within.

The regulator of dust

The corruption of the regulator
to finance the war,
the stolen elements of the third World
in a central illusion.

Intolerance, speculation,
religious self-interest,
dead words of love
stuck in the throats of the hateful.

Compassion is trying
to be aware of the pollution
of our heavenly body,
everything is holy.

Water hole on fire

Living on a thin ice mountain.

An air bubble was created
for everybody to be lost in
the inextricable wires
of greed.

Please it’s nice to share
an energetic smile
and hand over our bread and wine.

“The answer is blowing in the wind,”
so tired of fighting against the mills
again and again.

Is your knowledge second hand?

A dumb ass
is driving on cornbread
with an overheated brain
from his mobile phone,
his desire for meat
is corrected by a little blue pill,
he paid for it by speculation
on the free market
with the hermetic precision
of vampire numbers.

Immortal dance behind the Sun

The collective source is wireless,
through the seasons we change
in fragile measures.

“You’ll be the Sun
and I will be the Moon.”

With orange feathers reaching
for the Garden to comprehend,
a butterfly movement
made a soft breeze inside
the beatitude of a heart beat.

The work already has been done

Searching has become an industry
a long time ago,
some people are trying to mend a hole
with a hole of innovation,
didn’t they know
the work already has been done
from the beginning of time?

Please don’t create an end
inside your memory,
because it is timeless,
an eternal experiment
to understand the essence.

The simple order
in this complexity is One,
every grain of sand
divine and sacred.

Come back to the communion of saints,
be who you suppose to be
and don’t think twice,
it’s just a mirror machine
the reflection of light.

The Whirlpool, the monatary maze

Money, it’s so funny
(lost in a rich man’s world)
Fannie Mea and Freddie Mac
were lovers,
they robbed the bank
on a sunny day
and got away on the fastest plane.



The material is digested,
faeces left to let our lights shine,
what a relief.
The mirror machine
needs shit to survive
this suggestive poetry.

Who is dealing in fear,
just to let the factory burn
in an infected paradise?

Prison break beyond the mind

Sea of possibility
the Innocent One
beyond time and space,
Peace
the state of being,
always here and now.

Find the connection again and again,
it always is, was and will be.

We can’t put paradise
in a sentence.

Awareness is love,
love is awareness.

The edges scream

Horns whispering through the beat,
keep the fire burning
the Garden is breathing underneath,
a magic touch you can’t repeat.

The substance has shaken
her uncertain hand,
the borderline
tore her dance to small pieces
everything looks divided
for the untrained eye
walls are always crumbling,
the sun came through
a long time before your reckless stumbling.

Wires infront of the Sun

Sunny side up,
undivided awareness
the eye
of the storm,
the silence
of all sounds.

With our so called ‘genius’
we’re trying to heal the world
with a chemical substance
and called it our creation,
at the same time, the stuff
is infecting the very essence
of the source.

Can One split it into heaven and hell ?

It’s fragile.

Joy and pain
the inner desire,
you are no body, no thinking,
no feeling, no act,
put of these masks and be.

The dealer wants you to play along with the program,
freedom is dangerous in a small world,
the factory has to keep on burning,
nowadays with a ultra modern image
it really looks like environmental progression,
the green deal,
same old stuff, same old crap!

Much to learn in the depth of an eternal moment.