Poetry


We'll float

With my heart as my vehicle
I ride the fear super highway
Surrounded by flowers and thorns
My mind says no to the unbreakable

This song sings itself and I sing myself
I bade in doubt weather I should choose the upper or the lower
Motivated by Sinners and by Saints

Pumping heart

The path forfills
the dreams of a thousand bumblebees
who saw peace being shattered by creativity.
The sun abides the realness
of Lilly flowers and
the pumping heart.
Please crave for a new dream,
a living color,
let freshness be the king
puzzled by the stream.

The timeless

That source of happiness,
of letting go
The joy of warriorship, which is always there.
Accepting life as it is and as it comes.
Softly with myself,
into the timeless,
with consciousness,
care for everything.


No big deal

Kill a flame and it will vanish into nothing.
Strike a match and fire will come out of nothing.
All comes out of nothing and nothing comes out of all.
There's no duality in universal spirit.
No big deal, fire comes and fire goes, that's all.