Freedom
in you
is
realizing
that what the other says about you
is true …
Death
Word or World?
When there is a word
there is a world
No words, no world
When there is the I
there is a world:
the I experiencing the world
No I, no world
The world comes and goes
Everything that comes and goes
is not real
What is real, is what doesn’t come or go
What is it that doesn’t come or go?
When you have found the answer in you
you have found You …
What if God is one of us?
What if God is the good guy,
the bad guy, the stone, the dog?
What if God is what you like,
don’t like, project unto others?
What if God is what you see, hear,
smell, sense, feel and taste?
What if God is the earth, the sun,
the moon, the universe and beyond?
What if God is everything that comes,
woven in the fabric of your destiny?
What if God is you and me,
and all the others?
What if God is everything
including me, and everything in me?
Be still and Know I Am God …
Looking forward
When you are willing
to loose what is
most precious
to you
When you are looking forward
to loose what is
most precious
to you
Then Freedom gently comes
and touches you
there where to have and to have not
no longer are …
Loosing
How can you ever loose
what you have never owned?
How can you be lost
when you were never there?
What you have never owned
you can never loose
You can not ever be
what words describe for you
You can only ever Be,
lost in You …
Dying
When I have left this body
and fly towards the stars
I just look back one moment
to what has dissapeared
When I dissolve in That
and am what always was
what never ever started
and never came to end
See me in the all clouds
that chase along the sky
Feel me in sparkling rain
that softly falls upon you
Hear me in rustling trees
that whisper in your ear
And listen to the wind
that blows your cobwebs out
What you are, I am too
and what I Am, you are
Connected in the One
that never can be named …
Let go
When time has come
And you have set you free
I will just once look back
and then I’ll go my way
I do my chores
And sometimes I look up
As if I heard a sound
That sounded just like you
No expectations, no desire,
And in my heart the knowing
That if you want to come to me
You will find the way
And there you were,
panting and full of sweat
So proud that you have made it
Through the wide and scary world
I love you when you leave
And love you when you come
Because I know that that
Takes place in what I am …
Come and go
You came and went
and sometimes I believed
that you would only come
and never go away
And suddenly I understood
that coming here and going there
are one and the same, of course,
that no one comes or goes
That I’m the space in which
the coming and the going passes
That I’m not that what comes and goes
that I am that what is …
Monument
Poem for Sam, my little puppydog, died on May 5th.
The stones that were layed out
for me by the deep sea
They softly form the forms
that need to be there now
Untill the sea will take
what no one ever had
Like we will ever go
to where we never were
Goodbye my little Sam
goodbye my little flash
you came as rustlewind
And went as dapplewaves
The sea takes all your forms
to caring deepest depths
like you take me still with you
to where no depth exist …
Easterstory
He looked up and opened his eyes. Everything was cristal clear; as if everything had been polished. He saw the tiniest details: the grains of sand glistening on the ground, the feelers of the butterfllies, the stamens of the flowers. And he saw the grandiosity: the little dots that were the planets and the stars, the space beyond the universe, the Grand Beginning.
And yet, he just sat in the kitchen at the table. Somewhere deep in the depths of his body, it felt as if a huge rock had shifted. Every word he wanted to use to describe what had happened deep inside of him, failed. He layed down his head in his hands and tears dripped on the table. Enormous gratitude and joy flowed through him. Liquid goldglow and silver brilliance took the place of where dark cold mist had lived inside of him.
He rose to tell about death that leads to life and was crucified.
Then he rose for the second time to tell that death and life don’t exist. A few people understood.
The third time he rose, he looked around with gratitude and didn’t have to tell anything. He knew that everybody Knew …
Wonderwalk 