Without identity


 

 

I don’t have my own way
Because what I am,
Is not my own

It is borrowed life
God-given
Lives outside as ego, mind

Takes own ways
Drinks from the straw of power
Wants to rule, wants to be itself

Is proud of itself
Looks in the mirror
Shows its personality

But nothing belongs to me
Since everything is God
Nothing, but God

Should I belong to myself
Then I am in bondage to my ego
Following the voice of my mind

Emptiness carries me
Its abundance
To be His soul

Only you, oh God, you are
Everything else is a phantom
That separates me from you
(That separates You from you)

I live in this storm
Of All and Nothing
Sirens of the mind, of being me.

Voices that invite, tempt
Wanting to dye me
Into the glue of the mind

No, I am not existing
I do not have an identity
It is You who dwells all within me…

It is only You…

DidiArtist, 12.02.2019

 
 

Splitting dream


 

 

Without the night
Day cannot be

Without sorrows
Happiness is not felt

Without storms and clouds
Light cannot be appreciated

Without failures
Victories lose meaning

Without death
There is no life

In the two hidden
There is ONE:

No life, no death
No Ups, no downs

No No, No Yes
No time, no space

Just One in All
And All in One

While we dream time and space
Touching opposites

While we are the dream of the One
Splitting into fragments…

DidiArtist, 21.07.2018

 

 

 

Outer and inner knowledge


 

 

Outer knowledge fills us
With learnt and book knowledge
Is empty knowledge
Of no use for the soul

Outer knowledge and longing for God
May be the bridge to the shore soul
Once entered this knowledge turns
Loses, fades into emptiness

Inner knowledge empties us from us
Allows God to sit in us
In an empty vessel
The true knowledge of the soul

I or ego disappears
Transcendents, rises beyond
Mind and borders
Takes “shape” in All and Nothing

Inner knowledge is Oneness
Outer knowledge – separation
Outside overloaded
Inside empty…

Nothing is All
And All is Nothing…

DidiArtist, 18.07.2018

 

Seed of life


Nothing comes from nothing
But life comes from life
All is already there
Sleeping as a seed of time

Life itself manifests
Is dormant in Nothing and All
Expresses its light
Along the breath of time

Oneness bears no life, no death
But a move- and formless Being
Ready to give birth
A life within a life

Dream of here and now…

DidiArtist, 06.01.2019