to the little bump...

...that came in the night
and sat in the lap of moving words

...that made sure never to stop hearing the truth
of never giving up

...that dances a special sun dance
inside the heart of the matter

...that recognized herself in a myriad storms
and went about rowing her boat

...that shook the dust

to the little bump that rose.

Only light.

The cities cry alone
the wanderer has lost his home

The thawed will wash ashore
veiled and wrapped in thin rice paper
adorned with confetti and bengal tigers

Tales from deep within the sea
told by moon light and moonshine

The talks will peel the skies
the reels will flash and burn burn burn
until there is only light

Until there is only light.

back on track

While we await for our mind to return

the heart asks why it is that we lie to ourselves

inspite of knowing

that the truth will indeed set us free

There is a three-fold path

that will awake in me

the righteous light that uplifts

mind, heart, will

once again i have India to thank for illumination

Greater even, i have Earth to thank

no, no, i have Sun to thank

mmmm, i have Galactic Center to thank

wait. I have God to thank

I have me to thank.

thank you-rsef

.

Not premeditated.

like a snowflake swimming down the mountain´s air currents

that don´t really belong to the mountain or to this world

and this chant i give to you

full of bumps and rugged corners

so that it may polish in your heart what it could not with my hand

this chant and my heart 

open and full

dark in the night 

where the fingering rodabell grows

behind tall grass high up on the hill

only at night does my rodabell flow

only at night can you drink the tea made from its mysterious grey flower

only at night 

for then you can see

the veins in the petals and the truths of the immortal 

the soul and the mouth

this chant and its technology

belong to the bearer

who is brave enough 

to look at her own reflection in the dark

and then slap the surface of the water 

to create distortion and change

only the elders 

of our future can show us the way

their home is near 

they always stay inside

waiting for a visit

of our imagination 

and our will

claim this holy booty

and spill your own blood

to appease the monsters

that create their own

hug this time

squeeze it

its unique

and it will not come back

enter the sun

and with it the new days 

that for a moment will seem still

but the growing hum will give them away

and the nostalgia will hit

followed with structure

and then this ancient chant

overlaid with it´s new flavor

of lightness and high tones

it will make you move

physically and emotionally

with the strength of a thousand violins

and without any violence

spores and fires

will feed our mouths

our souls

the drop will dance with the spark

they will make children 

resembling hope

but they will be more dependable

and present

awa neh

yes

awaneh

dont know what it means but it rolls of the tongue real nice

try it

awa neh

awaneh

awaneh

glorious is this day

may it serve you 

and gladden you

and remind you

that love has many faces

and only one asshole

In Brazil

In this land
lives
the sweet
air

In this land
grows
the green underbelly
of the giant turtle
that carried the world
to this most auspicious time
of inner change

In this land
people
know the difference between
being complete
and being separate
between
music and myth

In this land
the beans are
loaded with garlic
the sandwich
doesn't waste time
with
leafy baggage
or
too many clothes

In this land
meditation flows 
in the shape of infinity
always catching up to itself
...
but i wouldn't know anything about that
...

breathe...

Breathing this light

I now remember

Constellations and churned turnips

Bathing my soul

Resplendent fervor

Inundating the cove

I call heart

Breathing this sound

I now can feel

Dancing Jupiters and

Crying rainbows

Beckoning my spirit 

Back into freedom

Far from illusion

Breathing this taste

Of the afterlife 

Here and now

Where it truly resides

I can now see

The missing color to the secret lives

We all live

But want to forget

Every time 

Slumber falls upon us

Breathing this touch

The thousand arms of the serpent goddess

Welcome my being

Her embrace and hearth

Now fuel 

The wheel of my being

Spinning me

Into the growing existence

Breathing this air

Reassures me that I AM

Alive

Well

Divine

Let your mantra be YUM, not Yuck.

forgotten decree

In the receptacle of the king
a fair march preceded
the ultimate decree:


man & woman must love above all,
love everything equally
and continuously

this was a royal order
 of the highest importance


supposed to be carried out immediately


so,
what happened people?