Believing

Do you believe every thought that arises?
Do you believe every story you are told?

When someone tells you something
Do you go inside and ask yourself
if you can absolutely know that that is true for you?

Just believing a thought, a story,
because someone tells you to do so
Just believing statements and words
because they give you some hope for the future
Leads you into confusion and suffering
Leads you away from you

And don’t believe anything I write
Ask yourself and find the answer in you …

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 …

 

 

When

When softness answers harshness
and love replaces hate

When gratitude lives there
where greed once had her home

When ‘less’ softly appears
where ‘more’ was once so strong

Then that’s in you the answer
on what you ever asked me …

Story

 

You’ve never ever hurt me
allthough I thought you did
What I told me about you
That hurted me so much

Since finally all the stories
are back with all the stars
And brother wind soft whispers
In all my silent ears

Soft rain falls down upon me
And cherishes and feeds me
And new clear words fall down
In open fertile soil …

Lovestory

You never ever hurt me
Although I did believe that
What I told me about you
That hurt-ed so intense

Now finally all my stories
Returned to where they came from
And warm light winds start whispering
The new ones in my ears

Soft rains fall now upon me
And cherish and caress me
And new words gentle land
In open fertile soil …

Comfort

When I comfort you in your grief,
do I want your grief to go away?

When I comfort you in your pain,
do I want your pain to go away?

What is grief, in essence?
What is pain, in essence?
What is comfort, in essence?

I am here for you
I am with you
I am you

… and if that is comfort
I am comfort itself …

Maze

Lost in the maze of illusions and dead-end alleys.
we stretch out our hands as blindfolded eyes.

Feeling touching we keep bumping into the same walls
not knowing that the blindfold is within ourselves.

On a day, when the knot unties,
staying foot behind a thorn bush,
we blink and we see
that there are no walls …

Innocent

Product of genes and conditioning,
We do what we must do.

When conscious of what we do,
product of genes and conditioning,
light twinkles in from deep, deepdown.

Light throws herself upon us, on what we do and
shows us in the end
that Light is what we are.

And in that Light all what we did
was the best we ever could,
then, without the Light.

The Light shows us so tenderly
that we are innocent …

More

 

‘More’ is now all around us
In shops and in ourselves
What do you think you get
With more and more and more?

What do you search in ‘more’
That never can be found?
What does ‘more’ give you now
That finally will leave you?

When ’less’ will meet you out there
And looks at you and holds you
Then it could just be so,
That ‘more’ no longer lasts …

Waves

When you see the wave in someone else,
the wave of anger, sorrow, fear,
you can be the beach

When you see the wave in you,
the wave of reaction, knowing better, arrogance,
You can be the beach

When you are the beach
all waves
of you
of someone else
can finally
come ashore