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Crying
I don't
need another prison
reminding
me of my failures
but if we
can break down
the
prisons inside
a new day
happened
just now
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Friends
Who am I but my
friends in me
Who are they but the Friend in me.
Then what about my enemy?
Who is he?
Who is she?
in me?
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Orange Sun Summer
Do you feel the
universe flex its muscle
Do you listen to the skies?
Ten Thousand Seals died
Cattle perish in Mongolia
Rain on Ayer's Rock
Crops in Rumania gone
Afghanistan suffers extreme
drought
Hunger for millions in India
Do you listen?
Do you feel the power grids stressing
Nobody seems to notice
The newsreader doesn't blink, his prompter roll on
Nasdaq rules
micro-payment is the new hype
the New Economy is the snake oil
Bits rule, e-love hypnotizes
Internet only gives what you ask for
no grace, no mercy
And nobody looks up
heeds the suns warning
sees the dark shadows of time
for this or the next cycle
twothousand-twelve lurks
is this the last call?
orange sun summer
soccer rules
hooligans instead of witches
the magic still works
however
the color is gone
we lost
heaven wins
orange sun summer
(about the hot summer of
2000)
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Wisdom is not knowing
How can
it be found in the world
How can
it not be found in the world
How can
it be given
How can
it be received
as it is
Knowing
wants to be free
a
connection in the soul
no
separation
no knowers, no known
just
stillness
not of
the mind
but of
the heart of hearts
the stone
one,
inscribed
by the Gods we meet in others
For
wisdom is not knowing
not
knowing is love
feeling
the truth
I am only
different
as I have
not yet learnt
to be the
same
Mannheim 94
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Rejection
Outside
Out of
love
Out of
control
Out of
self
Maybe in
touch
with the
other
so deeply
imprinted
a chance
to meet
the Dark
One
who is
me
too
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Incantation
to the moon
Come out in the
light
own your darkness
own your anger
own your sadness
own your joy
own your reflections
show me your soul
then speak and be my truth
come live and be my love
alive, forever young
a life, forever new
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Doubt
Fighting the holy fight
loving the holy love
tripping the holy trip
How can we doubt
that there is direction
that our guidance is guided
that our struggle is worth it
even when
doubting the holy doubt
sinning the holy sin
and living the unholy life
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Love at arm’s length
For those who don't know
For those that don't feel
For those who are not
Them I can love
unconditionally
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Stillness
Is there a place
to go, a time to be, a God to see
in us
Is there a song to sing, a heart to feel, a child to heal
in us
Being still to listen
to the world
in us
We can hear the echos
of the soul, the heart, the child, the song, the God
in us
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Mount Tamalpais
Between me and the mountain
only God knows
how much I need him
The mountain is but another mirror
of the same longing
equally unable to express itself
but in the being, praising out loud, silently.
Between me and the mountain
only God to enjoy
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Wounded Heart
God, when
I feel different
when I
feel better
when I
feel wiser
just know
that then I need your grace
So remind
me,
that the
grass grows
and the
sun shines
and my
wounded heart fights dirty
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Chief
Maybe
You like
the Indian chief in me
his
strength, wisdom, posture
However,
the real task of a chief is to carry, to lead in not leading
to be of
service
so who is
it you are longing for inside
you are
the chief
I am just
holding the mirror
so you
can see the thousand faces
of
yourself
in me
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Long Trips
When the car becomes a cell
a moving prison or a monastery
we have but two choices
a trance hibernation
warm and safe
feeling at home
or being in the moment
alert and engaging
feeling in the world
both can lead to insight
and liberate the soul
to do its service work on the mind
and sometimes on the body
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Icy Roads
It's not the ice that worries me
it's the un-complacency
the sudden danger
the unexpected bends
the surprising changes
like moving snow, the sun in my face
a frightening intrusion
into my trance
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Pride
Planning life is like planning love
not a game
I am even supposed to master
Being played
is all there is
following the cues
as far as I can hear them
Grace is to see joy and pride and bliss in that.
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Missing the point
What a stupid thing to do
To contract a love
to find the counterpart
to our mind's needs
to our machine's games
to our body's programming
not waiting for Heaven's cues
What a stupid way to go
but do we have a choice
we better love the soul
look for the flame within
But then, the machine is all we have
most of the time.
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Aim
In stating the goals of life
one can make endless list
about dreams of happiness
and the pursuit of wisdom
In the end
one is only left with humbleness
and the being in soul
Nothing exceeds living in the shadow of God's love.
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A House
Cleaning up, clearing out, burning sage
For what, this messy rage
A house is not a home until we rest our case.
Our soul is not our own until we stop the chase
A home is a metaphor, not for the soul, but its
uncovering, the finding of the self.
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Change
Growing is more and less than change
Accept and see and feel the comfort of perfection
in the evolving process,
taking away the stubling blocks
by accepting what is
matching our real needs
making the enemy inside our dearest friend
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Love
Life is more than love,
but is then love less than life?
My answer is that the one
cannot be without the other,
and both are part of the celestial unity.
What was under the stars
not a timebound itch of the soul
As it was, it is.
The now expanded friendship felt as destiny
The Friend in us awakened.
You, me, there is no goodbye,
just the happiness
and gratefulness
of the now.
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Finding
O, God, how far do I have to go
to grasp the closeness of your heart in mine
How deep do I have to probe and search
to feel the perfection of your body in mine
How hard do I have to beat the drums
before I hear your music in my ears
Yet you are in the going, searching and drumming
so your grace is with me
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Choice
To have or to be
To make or buy
To create or accept
To invent or open up to
To shift or be shifted
The choice seems ours
Magus or mystic
Earth or heaven
Man or angel
Who are we to guess the face of God.
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Love's Route
The steps on love's ladder
don't feel too smooth
there is no way of telling
how far I have come
It isn't even sure
whether it goes up to heaven
or down to hell
I stumble on
Will someone please
take me by the hand
and pretend, even for a short while
to know the next step.
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Fall
The clouds, so full with rain
play joyfull with the sun
their game of light is not for me
but for itself
and thus for all of us
I watch and feel
the tyranny of change
so far away, so utterly beyond.
Those clouds
are maybe just the hands of God
his game of light
for them and thus for all of me
The blue sky is in all of us
These clouds of separation
are they so different?
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Direction
Is there direction
or do we just follow the river of life
as it runs its course
Can we paddle a little
or can we just look back
and realise
the wake of our boat
was inevitable anyway
It never goes against the current
The lesson is,
whatever we do
we cannot go against the stream
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Humbleness
People, ideas, inventions
aren't they like the strands of a rope
what seems new or bright or special
is nothing but another twine surfacing
each in turn showing itself
The connectedness of the rope
gives the meaning
The spirit flows in all
no less in the ones inside
All are essential.
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Silence
There are inspirations in the mind
fruits of the soul
waves of the heart
too light to be put in words
too heavy to escape
but for Him to hear
to take back
what is His.
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To die for the light
The secret of life is death
it has many names
it carries many fears
it comes in many forms
the sacred one is to surrender
to lighten the light
in dying for it
for the secret of death is life
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Simple
Give me the grace of simple happiness
where the joy of being
does not transcend
the beauty of the mountain
the smile of the flowers
and the gentle breeze
where the now of love
doesn't outgrow
the beat of my heart
the reach of my hands
and the sweetness
of finding You
in my company
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See
The meeting of minds
bears in itself
the fruits of compassion
in accepting the other
The meeting of souls
is love and passion
I have yet to learn
the distinction.
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Reality
We start out accepting
then discover our power
are tricked into fooling
the world and ourselves
enjoying the feeling
until grace halts us.
And if we care to look back
we end in accepting.
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Heaven
This plane or living now is not only the base
This life should be the culmination,
When the self comes full circle,
recognizes and greets its old friends,
the mountain that is a mountain again,
the man that is man,
the I am that I am,
the depths of our soul are but shadows of this beauty
showing itself in the moment, now.
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Time is a mortal thing
I wander
seeking the truth in my soul
staggering and falling
the miracle is always one step away
one inner door only leads to the next one
the unfolding directedness
becomes manifest when looking back,
love only admitted in the rear mirror.
Is the path really heaven?
I wonder, maybe I live the wrong way around
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Driven
There is no control over what truly matters
reality seems flexible
the rocks of life, however
are hard to move.
All I can do
is to see them as stepping stones
pushing them forth costs more energy
and if they move
how can we be sure about the mover?
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Smallness
If God is infinite
without and within
the alef alef and the
smallest physical uncertainty
who is then the fool
separating me from Him
the wise in me
has to learn to play that fool
if I want to be
beyond the becoming
the transfinite ego
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Future Lights
What
holds us in its hands
Is future, past and present
at a moments notice
our light is gone
our flame blown out
But even then there is hope
we hold it in our hearts
we can lighten the light
from within
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Silken elegance
I like
your ease
your
silken elegance
your soft
moves
But I
love
your
smell of sweat
your
stink of fear
your
body's anger
as they
remind me of me
and the
love I hide
by all
means
but comes
out through the cracks
Amsterdam June '94
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The reality temple
I am told
by many
My body
is a temple
a house
for the soul
that
deserves to be honoured
But then
the world
is also a
temple
to be honoured and cared for
because
it houses my soul
like a
shell
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Visualisation Stress
Reaching in for the light
scanning the inside of the eye
the wanderings of the mind
to no avail.
There is no great inner theatre
no grandioso visions
this seems not given to me.
I feel locked out
limited to eye-sight.
However,
this makes the world outside my heaven.
My destiny is shaping it,
walking the straight road
no straying off to secret dreams.
Reality is my thing
reaching out for the light
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Umpiles
Looking down from their unmoving stands
Creatures with long lifes and little space
not organized and yet structured
empires in themselves, tremendous energies
slow in the moving, stable in consciousness
touching us in timeless moments
Mountains are, and planets,
humans not, the soul maybe
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Share
I feel so
far away
So out of
place
So dark
Hold your
words
Hold your
invitation
just
share your cold hands
maybe
they will warm
my soul
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Please
Don't
talk
Don't
think
Don't
move
just go
your way
anew
now
Mannheim june '94
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Escape
There is no way
no sun or moonlit path
no daylight pass
that leads to the escape of self
for the self travels with me
then why is it so hard to enjoy the journey
as it is in such good Company
all the way.
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Being Home
It is not the hectic love
It is the melting of your eyes
The easy opening of your soul
It's when you share your cold hands.
And this that other kind of love
that you called God
in us
forever
And so you honor me
with you
being
home
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7 temples
Our
journey takes us to many places
And there
are many temples
The
double helix of our DNA
Our
mothers womb
Our body
Our house
The earth
The
cosmos
and
then the secret one, the temple we can build inside, the unseen one, arising
from our imagination, our dreams, the one that no-one can take away.
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Little Light
When you have the gift
to accept the energy of others
your path will always be lighted
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Life
The art of living gracefully
is not in being at the right time and the right place
because we are.
The art of living graceously
is not in the trying
because it is granted.
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Beijing
A city
too young to live
or feel the heat of hell
in cleanliness and rigid order
divided up by empty spaces and streams of bikes
A city
too old to die
or lose the love of heaven
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Lhasa
Holiness beyond words or matter
The ones high up and those far down
share the one path
and embrace the symbol
All against repression
and in the name of freedom.
My question remains:
What freedom at what price?
Happiness beyond ideology or arms
has no need for direction.
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Katmandu
Coming down to the blue light
from the sacred highs
the town is embracing
full of generous warmth
Emerged from the waters
of unconscious knowing,
there is no order, just friendly acceptance
Here the head and the belly meet
in peacefull chaos of the heart
This is living the God within
in the Golden light
of the One
who sees
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Kosmos
When tears of happiness
are fighting the smile within
the moon of my body
pushes the sun around me
and the Friend speaks.
But then,
darkness comes
loosing
the touch, there is the dry sobbing of my soul,
alone in an ocean of separation.
Frantically
trying to be
like the water in the water
like the octopus
in fluid friendship to my world
I am lost
in the vast universe
Where is
the Friend
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Sex and love
There is no separation
between the two,
if one embraces the defenses
so close to us
so dear to us
and yet
keeping us away from ourselves.
Sometime I can laugh at the difference
sometimes I am obssessed by it.
I become myself
when I can feel it as the eternal breathing
of the universe in me.
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Zen
The sound of the universe
is like the clapping of one hand
you only have to listen
and if you can't hear it,
think about what the other hand is doing
and try to discern
what is not the universe.
The paradox dissolves in unity.
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Traffic
On the highway of life
some are with you for only a short time,
maybe till the next exit
others are with you for a long stretch.
We all move,
in the same direction
and we all arrive.
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Sad Eyes
Is there an ocean
deeper than your eyes
are there shores
more beautifull
even when the tides of time
have left their traces,
honoring you
for what you have seen
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License to Love
Do you need recommendations
a list of celebrity appraisals
signed endorsements
and my measurements
or can you just take the risk
and accept.
There is no certain outcome
but if you never play
you always loose.
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Final
Death is when we remember that we're not alone
And so is life
And love
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Stealth
Take my love
when I am not looking
as giving it
is too painfull
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Garden
People, friends, enemies
Flowers in the garden
Showing their colors
Not the same
Not all the time
Not all so bright
But together a full bouquet
Do I care about their roots
Do I care where they came from
or where they are going
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Little moments
A hand, a little music
a pause in our seeing
a pause in our being
only remembered
when it is too late
to forget about time.
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Heaven and Hell
in honor of the Cathar
faith
We are blind to God's love
so curse thou Devil
for giving us eyes.
We are deaf to God's breath
so Evil One why give us ears.
May the sacrament of union
the force in our hand
bridge the gap
and console and heal us
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Enemies
We are all Gods
We are all Life
but some of us
have the honour of hiding it
as we need Devils
as we need death
to see the One
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Sword
Love is the fire
Love is the sword
Ironhard and bittersharp
Whoever gave the sword needs a clean cut
Love is not whatever we want it to be
It is beyond the name
and without the edge
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The game of no games
I hate you and I want you.
No easy mellowing
a constant struggle
your image against my words
my lies and your excuses.
The game of no games
just a lie to play
one level deeper.
The endless staircase made visible
deep patterns emerging.
It frightens me, I want to run
I can't stand the bedrock breaking
trusting to mine the deep.
We are in such a need to love ourselves
but willing to compromise in loving you
I hate you and I want me
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Digital Devil
That damned computer
I want to shoot her
Holding my data
She took my heart
But I can't erase her
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Sam's koan
Who let the sun in
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The Arabic Chazi A.
Algosaibi wrote beautiful poems, he inspired me to:
Journey
I traveled
Is there a place more restful
than your heart
A destination further
than the far stars in your eyes
greeting the weary traveller
rejected by all harbours
seeking a trusting refuge
I traveled
Followed beauty faces
enhanced by art, and always
smiling smiles that never
did snare happiness.
Your face no longer innocent
reflects my sadnes, hunger, fear
Is there a place more lovely
than the endless mind-sky
I traveled
Met philosphers;
spent nights dissecting life
reviewing mysteries
Yet, for what reason
As your mind has tackled
the unknown riddles, claimed old wisdom
it knows good and evil
without the pointing words
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Another
poem, inspired by Algosaibi:
One
and two
When I am with you
We become what we both know
and face the sun, the moon, the light
accept and be accepted
by glorious grace
A miracle of nowness
we feel, we live our place
to honour God in either form.
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Maha Kumb
Sangam
the battlefield
of belonging
We walked
to wash our souls, to shed our sins, to sense our kinship
We came
to where the rivers join
in sangam,
in simple unity
rivers of holy water
rivers of eternal souls
10 million of us, maybe more
in simple devotion
the holy dip
Doing samgam, being sangam
the Ganges as a surprisingly cold door
to being at one
a simple sacrament
flesh and water
the crowd feels like one
the black naga tongue of the serpent
freed by the police polo-game
reaching out, at the auspicious moment
shivering cold in naked holiness
chaos outside, love touched, order inside
the Lord's immanence
in the coloured crowd
the misty red rising sun
in the eye of the beggar
so simple
It touched me
like an inescapable truth
just creation manifest
Brahma's grace
and Krishna as my simple charioteer
Honda driven
Alahabad Kumb Mela India jan 29, 2001
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The
Radiant White Dove