Thought’s shape shifting stories May bewitch your morning glories. Listen to them closely though: Beware of what your fear will show. Their torment, even their carress Will haunt you nonetheless. They blind you, make you see Your bonds and set you free. They wash over...
Love falls in for Hate, Chance is gambling with her Fate. War’s then tearing into Peace; The dices – never cease. Good embraces Evil lost; Or what say you, Father Frost? Joy undone by gnawing Sorrow; Man the watch!, for demons follow. Morrow’s Day improves the...
Tiny waves are playing bright, Teasing Autumn’s golden Light, Chasing pebbles ever after With ripples of their crystal laughter. Ducks shoot across in furrows Like boundless flying arrows, Or gently float amidst the stream; Don’t care about their lucid dream. Joyous...
A play of twitching words Appears like singing birds: Growing, swelling, ever moving – Dwindling, fainting, softly soothing. Chaotic it may seem, Like a broken sungod’s beam When it hits a crystal sphere And bursts into a million tear. Your mind can never grasp;...
Imagine crystal worlds where, Inside a prism’s sphere, Names are colours, sparkling; And no room for any darkling. A place of Truth and Love, And Consciousness above, Where the light of revelation shines: Where thought with heart alignes. Countless light years gone,...
(N)Euer Senf – mittelscharf, wenn’s geht