After a certain step
the mirror vanished
in a complex dream.

A wild fire
picked up
the pieces.

The strange wind
got through
the elements inside.

Sweet wine
I’m lost
the lover
is where it is.

Darkness
a way to understand
its illusion.

The circle of the mind
can only understand duality.

The battle
in relation
above and under
the heart
is inside the cosmic outside.

Reality is infinity
reflection the garden to play in right now.
Honesty the only law.

Crazy little thing called Love
with a cosmic proportion.

Open Universe
big bang of love.

A rocket against my window.

A firecracker in my heart
beating on the eternal shaman drum.

Who sold the Earth?

Who stole my blue garden, a few years ago
and spread fear and chemical dust in my heaven?
I have the need to sing
right here and right now !


Paranoid voices in the wind

I told you before
I’m bold enough
to turn the other cheek
but before you get lost
in another dark cloud
of manipulation
to show the strength
of the global scam we’re all mixed up in
and before you start your preparation
to make an end to a bright voice
I will leave you with the choice
to be reborn again and again
if I have to
from underneath my marble stone
my solid grave of immortality
although this body is bound to get lost
in gravity
the earth is drawing
my mortal feelings away
to be a silent song of response
back to the solid ground
natural elements lost in illusive boundaries.

Boogie nights from the mountain and the dust.

You sword was new and electronic
a perfect duplicate
the same old story we heard it all before,
we have no shields for so much sadness
powered by so many destructive wills
only awareness and intention
to point out our naked playing
in the open fields of beatitude,
paradise is always here and now
beyond time and space
there must be somebody
very ignorant
and really don’t experience infinity
waiting for the bill of light.

Electric mud pounding in the wires
of the mindless ocean, making waves.
The dark earth tearing my soul open
the ecstatic body,
the warm smell of salty rain
the bonfire in the faithful cave
the butterfly movement erects in the dept
of the living water,
the circle is blooming
in the eternal garden of Love.

Do you still want to fly
with greasy wings,
time to get lifted in the lucid sky,
cosmic One.


Smoke wanders on the breath
dream
fades away

for a little while
I stood up
pale eyes
I had stringed the beads again

When the moon begins to waffle
or you find Jesus surrounded by light
sit down easy in the shadow
and drink your cup of tea.
rob2002

to be?


The Doors

An illusionary word
was dancing in a lost mind
it was getting darker, too dark to see
for the higher connection
little fractions in the pyramids
disappeared
he jumped so far
on the third bar.

The blue cloud
held his beaten body
in the light evening sun.
A part of home inside the fire
of a natural earth bounded heart
full of compassion.

Why don’t you call me
when I’m singing this lonely blues
I’m waiting for you to come back home
where you always belonged
joyful in the divine infinity
those beautiful green hills
under the old oak tree
come back and share your experience
of dwelling in the petrochemical maze

solar sound system
banging on the big drum
of my soul
the wind took me
to the watchtower
flying above it
pure water
ancient energy
naked to the world
free words
of the magical mystery rocket
be,
not being is part of the dark part
the big sleep !

completely awake
can be called wordless
with uncountable names
wake up!
divine creature
be uncountable
borderless
and free

put your Evil Bombs away
come back to the garden
and start playing
you may call it work
if you like it that way
but don’t touch the donkey no more
because the angels started crying that day
the tears of the poor souls
fell into rivers of blood
did you ever thought about
the wisdom of the donkey
the silence of the lamb
the innocent one

the roar of the lion
is not accepting the violence
the fear
the dying and the pain
brought to this world
in the name of me
the prophet on my pure wild horse
bringing humble words
through this voice again!

It’s a Hollywood drama
when you blew Allah up !!!
again and again
IT’S A HOLLYWOOD DRAMA
WHEN YOU BLEW ALLAH TO PIECES !!!!

Do you want the experience
of the enlightenment,
the One
looking at my tele-vision,
the heartbreaking cries
are you deaf dumb and blind ?
ARE YOU DEAF DUMB AND BLIND!!
I think your heart couldn’t take it
when you had knowledge

a master is a master
no educated fool
why do you let them cry
for so long now
better accept the wise
before you are lost again!!
the victim and the perpetrator are two sides
of the same old drama, better transcend now.
I’m gone

If you don’t watch out now
I will do my magic
and play the wooden flute
and lock you up in those dusty old Holy books,
to wonder in again,
you have always been part of my library
the books a part of the dust of my living heart,
so fragile
like a flower
every little stone could tear it apart .

Robert the fragile stone circle2007-01-28


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