Poetry

Sunday May 13, 2007
Connected Forever.

In the springtime of greenish freshness
all the hard and moisty garbage fades away.

I love you as you are in variety of guiltlessness
and never ending story.

Never will we change our patterns.
No more darkness holding hands in tears.

If love comes easy, it will stay forever
in the etherics of our common soul.

Thus is the struggel of the Zahir in
mankind protected for it´s own fear.

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Thursday April 12, 2007
Truth.

And the truth,shall set you free.
The truth, shall set free.

In honouring the One
within, the source
of love and gratitude,
truth will sneak it`s
way into them ever
locked gates.

As sunshine drippels
into the every
corner of hidden
consciousness, fear
is pushed to the knees.

For ever it was worth
strangled in horror
and shivering poisons,
love has to enter at last.

I saw you my love
dancing with the elfs.
I saw you running
free, naked in the
woods, laughing
your hair into
blowing blossoms.

Not ever could
a decision have
passed the mudded
system in it´s story
of proceeding knowledge
without doing it´s
right business.

Will you dance
with me now?
Will you stand
in waterfalls of
love deep within
our mystical jungle?

As we enter
our crownjewels
of knowledge,
truth shines
all the golden
glamour aparts
into trillions of
laughing sprinkles
all our auras
happiness and
global awareness
around.

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Tuesday April 03, 2007
Welcome to the world.

Welcome to poverty
and luxury

welcome to the struggle
of infinity in our
thoughtsystems.

Never ever ending
story of the ONE
in our senses, in
our emotions and
in our beliefsystems.

In our belifsystem
the One of the One
created as One
in all of us
splitttred stars of
love as a
humanity roundabout.

In this carousel
of misunderstandings
nothing clears the clutter
of mind issues
as the simple word
thanks.

In the Gospel
as in the livelyhood
of man
we recognize fear,
we smell the
smallness of
crippled men and
woman, as our
targets for projections.

In the mist of
despair
a simple little
word of recognition
and it 's all
gone.

I hear you my dear
I think it's love.
The word must be
love, my honeypie.

Illusion of the hatred
is sweaped in to a
white angel of tears.

Nothing to fear.
Nothing to blame.
It is just not true.
Just not.

But as a blendering
hopefullness it
comes running from the
woods, comes running
with joy and
splendour.

The word - thank you.
Thank You.

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Sunday Mars 25, 2007
Guilty

In the mist of life guilt comes running.
As an long dark worm in sneeks its way
into the smallest cell of its beeing.

As you see my struggle with closed
sensitivity, blood runs through all particles.
Nothing to clear in its own fear.

Run my love Christ, shampoo
the hidden tragedy of tears.
Longings of clarity and stillness.

For all those struggles and all those
who surrenders in the pain of love
Be Thy will done. Be so it.

Far more then the Superior,
are running the miles for life.
Are running for life itself.

Never again will shame
be laughing its horror
fearing my guts splashed out

In eternity wise men wispers
the knowledge of everlasting
thruth into my smiling ears.

No guilt was ever there, in
the illusion of a belived need
the ghost haunted its house.

Such a relief, what splendour
when the gate shines open
to the miracles of - Thanks.

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Monday Mars 12, 2007
Life Issue

According to inner thoughtsystems
the Voice call my longing
to express eternity into form.

As time run faster and faster
in the non visioned island,
life strikes smothly into
my screaming heart.

Where are you sun of
sweetness and joy?
Into the mist of closed
senses dwelfs the liberation.

In ever lasting love of truth
it comes to me in the morning.
Nothing to fear.
All is well .I am home in You.

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