We say we want to share
But our ego is tricky
Wants to be heard and seen
Needs you, wherever you are
We fly in lies
Cheat ourselves
Are identified
With the mind
Our good words and deeds
Need ears and eyes
To caress our ego
To be proud
Silence has no witness
A way to overcome
Separation, illusion
A vortex without an echo
DidiArtist, 25.02.2012
It’s me, Didi, at the age of 18 years – now I am much older…
A friend of mine and I arranged a photo-story: Man and nature…
Why I use nightskies in my artwork
Maybe many from my friends and followers have wondered why I almost always use stars as a kind of emblem in my artwork. This time I want to share this “mystery” to you.
When I was 2 years old we were living close to a forest and at that time there were hardly street lamps installed. My mother used a pram and was walking with me as a baby along a smaller path of a close forest which was really dark. I remember – although so young – that someday when my parents again had to walk with me along the edge of a forest, there was such a wonderful star-night which impressed me so much, although I surely did not understand it, only had feelings for this wonderful miracle in the sky, no words of course (I think we think in feelings at this age, a language maybe straight from the heart). Now if I think back I would describe the stars like sparkling diomonds in the dark night. I felt safe in it, like to be in my mother’s arms. I felt something very big in my heart.
This impression has accompanied me my whole life and therefore you will find space and time, stars of living beauty in my artwork, an expression of embracing eternity, infinity…
Thanks for your attention 🙂
All good wishes
DidiArtist, 24.02.2017
Thoughts are writing our lives
Filling the white sheet of paper
In the very moment
With the handwriting of our lives
DidiArtist, 19.10.2014
Our fantasy takes shape
On an empty white paper…
DidiArtist, 05.05.2017
If our glasses are pink
All we see is pink
If our glasses are smoke-coloured
The whole world appears as smoke
What kind of glasses we bear
Is a reflection of our condition…
Is a facet of decption, illusion
From the well: clouded gaze
However, if we do not wear glasses
We are beyond good and evil…
Let us rise
Above these worlds…
We are in this world
But not from this world…
DidiArtist, 05.03.2017
Sometimes we are like snakes
Injecting our poison
Into the heart of other people
Sometimes we are like scorpions
Directing our sting towards ourselves
To punish ourselves and others
Neither this or that is a solution
We should rise above it
And free us from the poison of our mind…
How? – Through love, honesty, Oneness, and non-violence
DidiArtist, 18.03.2014
Follow us
At every turn
Like programmed
In our steps
So we follow them
Obey their “suggestions”
Repeatingly
Hardly look beyond
Habits are made of steel
Good or bad ones
Not easy to change
Are platforms of the mind
Requires iron discipline
To open new ways
Ways of love and light
A step to our inner sight
DidiArtist, 18.03.2014
True love is not a business
True love has no expectations
True love shares and gives
True love exudes the fragrance of the heart
True love unites, embraces
True love sacrifices without equivalent
True love is full of humility
True love is full of compassion
True love is consciousness
True love is the light of God
Let us light this light in us
And share it with the whole world
DidiArtist, 05.02.2017
It is easy to denounce someone
For his or her shortcomings
Then why not dencounce
Ourselves for our shortcomings?
But obviously we are using
Double standards…
DidiArtist, 08.01.2017
Is it the sense and purpose of life
To be after money and wealth
To fulfil “all” wishes?
Is it the sense and purpose of life
To start founding a family
Which in turn starts founding a family?
Is it the sense and purpose of life
To strive for power and prestige
As a legacy for posterity?
Or is it the sense and purpose of life
To develop as human being
To step out of this copied circle?
Is it the sense and purpose of life
To build one’s house on transient sand
To call this house home?
Or is it the sense and purpose of life
No longer to be the “Doer”
But to be a tool in God’s hands?
Our true home is timeless
It is the temple in each of us
Lets build upon it – as human being…
Everything is subject to time up to timelessness
Our real home in God…
The sun-beam coming home
To its source…
DidiArtist, 25.01.2017
We learn to appreciate peace
As soon we have lost it
DidiArtist, 05.03.2014
People full of envy and jealousy
Throw their anger
Blindly and unfairly
To the feet of their victims
They criticize because
They want to put their victims down
To be themselves in the light
To appear better…
DidiArtist, 25.05.2014
We are often stuck in theory
And forget the practice
DidiArtist, 10.05.2017
We cannot buy consciousness
It is a hard trip
Through scars and pain
Discipline and reflections
We do not wake up some day
Find us suddenly equipped
With higher consciousness
For this – hardship is necessary
But we people may think
In our laziness and fast-food mentality
We need not to lift a finger
Everything is done automatically
Consciousness, digested experiences
Is a process of development
Wait and see will not bring us forward
Needs care no stillstand…
…is seizing responsibility…
DidiArtist, 28.01.2017
Past is like dead life
In which the presence
Throws off its skin
Puts on new dresses
From moment to moment
To renew the moment
The living presence
DidiArtist, 12.05.2017
Politics is full of mistakes and errors,
It is not uniting but separating
More you calculate with it
More inaccurate its outcome…
To make mistakes is human
To sit on them as an excuse
Not to avoid them
Is a bad habit
Man builds his ideological houses
With these untouched mistakes
On loose sand
Soft fundaments
Spirituality practically tries
To recognize, eradicate own mistakes
To know oneself
To change oneself
Politics continous with human mistakes
Is under control of mind…
Is propaganda, alibi, show
To cover up own shortcomings
To demonstrate to do something for others
If only their pockets are full
Of money and advantages
Unable to do something for themselves
Politics is business
Spirituality consciousness…
DidiArtist, 20.12.2016
Path of ego: service to itself
Path of God: service to man
Path of ego: seperates selfishly
Path of God: unites – is Oneness
Path of ego: moments of “happiness”
Path of God: permanent happiness
DidiArtist, 17.01.2017
No life without death
No death without life
DidiArtist, 28.03.2015
God is ready for us
Are we ready for God?
DidiArtist, 17.04.2017
As long we are young we live timelessly,
Old age triggers clock-ticking.
DidiArtist, 05.08.2015
We lift the head
When we are pleased
But we withdraw head and heart
In our own house
When something opposes
Our “concepts” and ways
We anticipate fear
And build a wall of defence
Not to be hurt
DidiArtist, 07.04.2013
Some only want to hear
What they want to hear
Flattering words for their ego
To hide the truth?
Truthfulness goes along the way of honesty
Is not pretending or making a show…
DidiArtist, 19.03.2017
Sometimes we appear
Because of pride and fear
Sometimes we lie
To have no cry
Sometimes we hide
From our side
Sometimes we play
With mud and clay
Sometimes we cheat
And steal the seed
Sometimes we are loud
On which we are proud
Sometimes we pretend
With masks we were lent
Sometimes we fight
With our mind too tight
Sometimes we’re blind
Convinced of our kind
Sometimes we cannot see
The beauty of a tree
But sometimes we can hear
The voice of the heart
And all is clear
Our conscience, our guard
DidiArtist, 15.10.2011
Embracing the whole world
Running after things and people
We call it: love and compassion
Not knowing its illusion
Worldly love
A beginning with the world
Divine love
Starting with God
Attachments to the world
Comes with death and time
Attachment to God
Comes with freedom, infinity
We can only across
This bridge
Between world and God
With love for God
DidiArtist, 18.09.2012
The mind is like a jungle
When not taking care of it
It wildly spreads
In all directions…
DidiArtist, 07.03.2013
Sometimes we speak with honey melons
Sometimes with grapefruit
Sometimes with pepper
Sommetimes even with chili
Sometimes we speak with lemons
Sometimes with onions –
And through the whole
Range of vegatables and fruits
So our mind is a special vegetable or fruit… 🙂
DidiArtist, 02.04.2017
Sometimes we appear
As we would like to be
Our aims
Our shadows ahead
With the sun-light
Of our ideas
And thoughts behind…
DidiArtist, 05.05.2017
Poison well packed
Nicely wrapped
Attracts, invites
How many are victims of poison…
DidiArtist, 17.10.2015
Words are too often spoken carelessly
But when it comes to practise them
They easily fly away like birds…
DidiArtist, 12.05.2017
Light in light
Like son in father
You observe our time
At the edge of eternity
You pour life in us
To find us in you
Memory of old traces
Of love and unity
Silently we are connected
Drawing pictures
In the sand
Of here and now
Knowing we are One
Watching presence crumbling
In the night of nowhere
Breathing memories
The night passes
Gives us hope
A new dawn of harmony
When silence paved the way…
DidiArtist, 20.01.2012
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