Only Love

Why I am here
is much bigger than me
if they ask me I say
only Love knows

Looking at
the light
where the sun set
an hour ago
brings a quiet mind

Today I saw something
magnificent
I didn't tell anyone about
driving home
along the road
the straw
recently cut
still unpacked on the field
was taken way up high in the air
by a whirlwind
in spirals it flew
higher and higher
lifted from the field
by Unseen hand
or wings

The joy poured through
my being
I sang and praised All
for the simplicity of this gift
blessed to be a witness

Like the bats are dancing
with no eyes
I will wander
with no mind
along the paths
designed by no hand
only by Love
we exist

We might as well

face the fear

Dare to go

without rules

Show ourselves

to each other

as we are

Fully

We might as well

try to leave behind

the known

and create

something

totally new

Being open

it means

to be ready

for anything

To be ready

to die

everyday

The inner tree.

colored ribbons trembling in the cold wind,, shaking their prayers into the valley along side the waves of mystery that have lit the candles and the home fires while the sun took a silent breath behind the clouds
i could hear the groaning of seeds turning in the earth, dreaming of the sky
the inner tree wispered
far before words
i descended to its roots, the dark temple where my essence is nourished
curling and stretching out their little arms like vains towards the source of all
the juice and the minerals absorbed like nectar, in silence
oh that sweet dark sanctuary, where i go when i sit and close my eyes
to grow these roots, so my branches can reach further
touching the world, the river, the morning birds

Wings of nature.

wings of nature
golden traveler
a vision
lonely and true
will be gifted to u
when u gather your courage
and take the road 

to the unseen

untouched and green
as the sweetest flower grows
on the mountain
no one knows
horizons calling

boundaries falling
u silent your thought
a whisper comes singing
from the far
the distant, the inner whole

the circling 

the tracking

the wisdom in the packing

just a few things

and a soul so free

blank as a leaf

peaceful as a tree 

in gratitude  

leaving

blessfully receiving
the wide open fields

as a gift

on these winds

u fly and drift

wings of nature

so, blessed face of the meadow
glean into this cave where i sit 
waiting for the waves to hit
the shore on which my ego stands
to wash away those grabbing hands
only the dance of divine origin will remain
and there's no more in or outside of the rain

I wish us.

i wish us to again
be like children
and have no preconceptions
about any event or moment or word

so everything can be new
always, submitted to what
the meeting of those
momentary energies
brings

let us be free people
forget all we have learned and
have been told
in stories and songs
and movies and family settings

let us create something new
compatible to our potentials
of today.
we are so much more
and how we conceptualized
everything before
has become too small for us

i want to shake all that
has been standing
as if nothing else
would be possible

remove the loads
with which we charged
our concepts and
our social constructions

shake off the emotional
leftovers that keep sticking
to all we say and think
long after they were beneficial to us

people lets talk less
and do what we were saying
just show it
by action

i want to wipe the world
and bring colors
to the people
so we can paint together
something totally new

A night in ubud.

so i came
and travelled far
the fairies tale tickled me
and woke up hidden images
led the little streams from the caves
all the way
down to the valley where the lake rests
i was shaken by the terror
of the beauty .
screaming
for refinement
of the constellations
of our creation