Through which glasses do we see the world?


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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

 

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Poison of the mind


 

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

 

True Love


 

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

 

Habits


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

Sense of life: – A merry-go-round?


 

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

 

Politics versus spirituality


 

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

 

Not for free


 

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

 

Light and shadow


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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

 

First God or the world?


 

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

 

How we talk to people…


 

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

 

Ego needs applause


 

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

 

God is my judge


 

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

 

Fingerprints of words


 

Words are fingerprints
Of each indivual
With borders drawn
By the mind

Words smell
Like prison and war
Among people
Clashing ideas

With tolerance and love
Words can unite
Bring peace
Connect humans

Words seek agreements
Middle way, compromise
In colours and expressions
Under one roof

Thoughts – brain-traces
Coming into being
Translated feelings, imaginations
Into framed words.

Here and there fences
Where people fight behind
Singly, collectively
Fingerprints’ defences

DidiArtist, 07.04.2017