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 …

Love yourself?

How can you love yourself?
How do you do that?
How can you not love yourself?

When did you hear that you should love yourself?
Who told you that you should love yourself?
When did you start to believe that you should love yourself?

When you believe you have to love yourself
there is two: you and yourself, subject and object.
Who is the ‘you’ and who is the ‘yourself’?

When you are drowned in the absolute truth
That there in nothing outside of you
That everything, including you, is in you

Then you don’t have to love yourself anymore
Then you and yourself have merged into one
And you are You …

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 …

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 …

 

 

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 …

Wonderwalk one year

 

I breathe the thoughts
that surface from my soul
and with surprise and still
I see what comes on screen

Out of the depths they come
on their soft feet, so light,
move cautiously the searching hands,
whisper words in hearing ears

I pass in gratitude
what no one ever owned,
what rustles there in every soul
when it is touched one day

The stream inside seems endless now
has no beginning, is still the same,
keeps whispering
until it stops …
perhaps …

Without

 

Without your story about you

about your body
about your name
about your family
about your job
about your past
about your future

You are Life itself …

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 …

Seeds

The seeds that look like words
put down in you so gently

Are waiting for the wind and clouds,
the snow, the hail and frost.

The shell is hard and takes its time
and waits for what’s in store

and suddenly there bursts
what was concealed inside

and that will find its way
in your infinity …

Holy?

If life is holy
And death is helly
How would it be for us
When nothing ever dies?

How would it be for us
If death is holy too
How would that be for you?

Would death be there in joy
Like life is there in joy
Would you be free of fear
That death you sometimes brings?

Could death be life as well
And birth also be dying
And you for ever being
From which all’s ever born …