There are moments
where I can see
their future selfs
in all those faces
of wonder and thought.
So, what`s happened?
With us all?
Why are we acting so scared and small?
We don`t like to talk our honest words,
no, we are just followers of The Herds
that want to lead us, steps and way,
and leave us in flocks, but led astray.
Why do we follow their way?
Where are the Followers of The Heart?
Where are the ones who break apart,
to follow their lead, to follow their way,
I hope they are there, and therefore I pray,
– for sunshine in Heart, and Mind in New Day.
You know what we get, to follow that path?
I know that your Ego will have it`s own will;
to tell you that this path is way too still,
but really, just hear me out for a while,
cause even your Ego will feel that it`s thrilled!
It`s really just simple, complicated math:
The more you open, the more you show;
– the more you have the right to know.
The more you see, and what you dare,
will give you Love and Heart to care.
And really, if there is Love involved,
it will get everything faster resolved.
Yes, follow what your Heart will say,
that is the best and loveliest way
and maybe you think it`s strange to feel
your all emotions – and all that is real,
but just remember
and let it be said:
it`s better than being
alive, but dead.
The feeling of soft vacuum
in colors of green
reflecting in mirrors of glitter
accompanied by sound.
of wretched waves.
I sit here
and feel the air`s soft touch
as the smiling buddha
covers his ears
and the other one
I want to be something else
than soft air
and at the same time:
is my soul protector
it keeps it ignited
on its back
when I`m riding it
and when looking for
new soul caves
I don`t wanna judge you, just because you smell bad.
It`s just that.. I`m not sure why you don`t wash yourself.
Is it because you have more important things to think about,
or that you don`t wash because you don`t?
Tears. As she lies on the temple floor.
Her arms are shaking.
As she now knows.
How can I describe
your soft touch,
your blushing colors,
you sweet smell?
But Dearest Tulip
I can make the human mind
remember you again,
close their eyes in smiles,
and in that;