Travelling home


all in all

 


Travelling home

Juggler between life and death
Opposites breaking up
Opening in torpid senses
Vacuum of all and nothing

Dreaming clouds of finity
Facettes of changing illusions
Within the breath of infinity
Bleeding time, bursting eternity

Beyond all words and forms
Eternal moment arises
Sailing in silence
The Ocean of no(w)-here

Embeded in white roses
A sea of golden light
Fragrance of pure love
Torrent of all times

Coming together all and nothing
Fragments of a bursted dream
Endless unity, oneness without beginning
Meadow of All-consciousness

Forms are losing their forms
Words fading away, sinking back
In the pool of namelessness
Merging, embracing divinity

Illusions lose their taste
Broken actors their acts
Silently in the wake-up
Finding oneself, sky of eternity

DidiArtist, 01.02.2013

 

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Not alone


 


Not alone

Never abondoned
Life in the heart
Hands together
In nights and days

Silent talks alive
Language of the heart
Where darkness has no room
Sunshine is dancing

Embracing silence
Beyond the time
Birth of freedom
From prisoned mind

Coming to my house
To clean from shadows
Welcome you in light
From face to face

On the river of tears
Transforming into light
The boat ashore
On the banks of joy and bliss

The ferryman of time
Sets over to that island
Land of hope and oneness
When fruits are ripe

Never abondoned
Moments evergreen
Patiently waiting
The day of return

DidiArtist, 22.01.2012

 

Starlight – yearning


 


Starlight – yearning

Nightsky dressed
In a web of dreaming galaxies
With endless sparkling stars
Infinity sinking slowly
In the eye of a child
With magic light

Silence speaks
Weaving the night
With a golden thread
Piercing through eternity
Perls of light

Moonlight vaporizes
Losing in dreams
Between past and now
With empty wishes
In the pulse of light

From deep abyss
Lost faces appear
To greet the heart
A wave of life
A touch of light

Voices from far
Streaming through the night
Whisper blue eternity
Echo of the silent sky
Glamour of the midnight light
Dance in the eye of a child…

DidiArtist 10.01.2012

 

Stale words


Stale words

How many times it happens
That we deceive ourselves
We identify us with mere words
Without really knowing,
Practically living them

To make us better
Compared with other?
To demonstrate knowledge?
Or to make a show
In front of us?
Or do we just run after
What is in fashion?…

We try to justify it
With some book-reading
And are even proud of it…

However, when reading
A book about water
We cannot squeeze the water
Out of it – not even one drop…

DidiArtist, 16.05.2017