Nothingness

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgyGa_tgNu8&feature=channel

… that it is the nothingness, born out of trust, which the horses follow …

Nothingness
always present
sometimes burried
under blinding somethingness

Emptiness
always present
sometimes burried
under deafening fullness

Born from nothingness and emptiness
you walk your way
over mountains and through valleys
to find you again
where you never left
in nothingness and emptiness …

God

‘Be still and know I am God’

As long as we believe the thought
that we are separated from God

As long as we believe the thought
that God is outside of us

As long as we believe the thought
that everything and everyone is outside of us

We feel alone, separated, sad, unhappy

Everything and everyone
can only be inside of us

Who sees, hears, senses?

Be still, go inside
and you will find in you
the answers you thought
you could only find outside

Blessings on your journey
the journey without distance
into yourself …

Be still …

Be still and ponder
and light the little candle

Be still and ask
the profound ultimate question

What in this world
is undeniable true?

What is no subject
to interpretation?

What is not
an association, memory, perception?

What is not
what you were told over the years?

What is not
what you were lead to believe?

It is the
ever present
undeniable:
I Am …

Letter to Ramesh

July 30, 2008

 

Dearest Ramesh, dearest I Am,

 

You are closer to my heart than my own breath.

 

Your words come to me from the Source we all are

 

Your silence is so endless that I have just a notion of the depths

 

Your love touches every cell each time I breathe

 

Your compassion floods my body and the universe with the brightest light.

 

When I experience the listening and the reading I experience me.

 

When I experience the silence and the wisdom, I experience me.

 

You touched me in every way I can think of.

 

You have blessed me truly.

 

 

Yours truly,

Christine

Human

You call me by my name
And tell me that I’m human
A human that is born
And that will die again

I tell you what the name is
Of this dear human-child
And in that name all is contained
What men expect from it

I can not say the name
Of that which has no name
I only can be still
When You will ask me  that …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …