Glimpse

You have seen the glimpse
It is all your choice now

Whether or not to march

The Ship

Maybe it is time to move on
Maybe this is yet another test

A reminder to follow your dreams
A note blown by wind of change

Let others follow their destiny
But you, choose your new road
Laugh and walk the new path
The one you like, the one you want

So many years you've lived
How many have you enjoyed?

Days after days you dreamed at school
Before bed, while reading a book
What happened to your dreams?
What happened to your happy ending?

This storm has no mercy, no compassion
It will take them all, the dreams I mean
Without dreams you live in nightmares
The demons will haunt you for eternity

It is the ship you build
With hope and determination
With love and compassion
That can resist the storm
Your ship, not anyone else's

There he comes...

There walks in an angel
His feathers filled with whiteness
His breath filled with warmth
His voice full of softness

There he comes... There he comes...

Clouds

Whales ride the tides of the speechless ocean
Bees fly the wind of the restless sunshine

Shadows are the sign posts of the skies
Reminding us of the clouds that separate
Our minds from our innocent hearts

The Sleeping Volcano

Open the doors, break the windows
Let the fresh air breeze into you

Life will be a sleeping volcano forever
If its bricks are routines and rituals

Everyday you walk the same way home
Everyday the same traffic lights
The same street names, same shops

It might take longer a bit, a bit harder
Strange will be the new paths, different
A simple way to shake off the dried mud

Open a new door everyday
Try something different
Something that smells sweet
Something that will wake it up
The sleeping volcano I mean

Darkness of Wakefulness

The darkness of wakefulness is sleeping
The light in that darkness is dreaming

Dream dream dream, dream
Wonders come about in dreamland
Mysteries unfold in the land of the fairies

What if the colours were redefined?
What if their vividness repainted you?

Dream dream dream, dream
Don’t let the nights pass by in sleep

What Do You Want to Write?

My heart, what do you want me to write?

Of the sound of pen on the paper
Of the smell of wind under the rain
Of the taste of tomato in the soup
Of the beauty of an open heart

Write of the peace within you
Write of the silence in your ears
Write of the song of the golden flute
Write of the whirling leaves of the lotus
Write of your numb leg in meditation
Write of your transforming light
Write that you are half angle and half human

Now, what do you want to write?

Does duality hunt you?

A big predator is duality
Blinds the eyes of reality

Judgment is its killing sword
Bloody it makes our world

Good and evil its tradition
Either way goes to perdition

Human mind created the wrong picture
Love and truth are its true nature

A useful tool is true duality
The love and truth of our unity

Beauty

Beauty is the tear that runs down from a face that speaks its word
Beauty is the rush of coldness in a body that feels its meaning
Beauty is the shallow beating of a heart that calls its name

Beauty is the beautiful experience of experiencing beauty

Reflection of Life

Did you know the sky is not blue?
Did you know eyes are illusions?

Your wings are useless in the wind
If you seek blueness in its trend

Selflessness, sameness, oneness
Is the true reflection of its essence

Reflection of life is the sky
It is calling you to fly high

Sunless Sunshine

It seems about right
To write another part

New chapters have begun
Shines still the bright sun

Take your lover for a dance
You may never get the chance

See the white sunless sunshine
What's in her heart is divine

Dreams

Place of white penguins is Dreamland
Holy is the path to snowing rainbows

Hope drizzles but dream remains wet
Which pair of shoes will you wear?
Boots are for snow, sandals for sun
What if it snowed under the warm sun?
What if you could ski on the hot flames?
What if coldness and heat were solitary?

What cloths will you wear
To enjoy the miracle of life?

Dreamland

Hello my dear friend from far away
I write for you in search of a dream

Where bees fly free, ants have a home
Flies are loved and rats are cherished

Children run and laugh with the fairies
Cows and sheep chew on fresh grass

Where there are staircases in the sky
For those who wish to open the doors

Truth grows from the trees and love is
The fruit of the wonderful apple tree

Altruism

Were running down the yellow tears
From the dirty faces of innocent ones
How fair is the fairness of goodness?
How good is the goodness of fairness?

Salty streams of slavery create impressions
On the ripped clothes of hard unpaid work
Yet the news of this untailored black suit
Only impress the sensations of altruism

They would have worked for money
If it was really about the money

All I Need is Beauty

All I need is beauty, raining from my tree
All I need is serenity from the spotless sky
Home, sweet home, wait for me, I’m coming

Too much hassle, so much work and stress
All I need is peace, a piece of freedom cake
All I need is love, unconditional, crystallized

So many needs… One bigger than the other
They shall never stop. Hunting me forever

360 Degrees

I walk pass an old wall in dangerous peace
Sitting in that creamy room in deep silence
Sparrows fly and the grass smell familiar

Three hundred and thirty degrees I turn
To find out I come from the same place
I left three hundred and thirty degrees ago

Inside or Outside?

Heart is like a turtle in its shell
Hiding inside scared of moving
Fear keeps it in, it is safe there

Life’s music not its song
Sweet words not its rhythm

Slowly comes out in silence
Solitude is its most favourite

Gently touches the surface

What is it going to be?
Inside or outside the shell?

Beauty travels in the sky
To catch it you must fly

Astral World

Astral world is the first destination
Selflessness its true temptation

Colours speak and sounds walk
The swans, birds and trees talk

Once there, you are the traveller
Seeking truth like a true wanderer

There you shall meet your ego
Its consciousness all around you

It will trick you, real unreal again
Life’s story will start to reveal again

Lost Boat

How would you tell a story of a lost boat?
How would you?

These emotions crying on my blue trees
This flute playing melody in my ears
My heart beating like a green boat
On the verge of a sleeping waterfall
Pedalling hard in search of dry land

I’ve become a trader in my waking dream
Hyper-reality for reality, pleasure for joy
Where abouts did I loose my green boat?
My boat sailing without a sailor on the
Surface of the orange horizon of sunset
Where I lost my boat in exchange of the
Blue trees of desire and conditional love