Biggest fallacy


 

The biggest fallacy is there
Where it is least expected…

DidiArtist, 03.06.2017

 

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Ideas and living imagination


If there is any imagination
Reality is not far…

Ideas are harbingers
Waiting to be realized…

DidiArtist, 15.05.2019

 

Divine Play


The drop dreams
It is a drop
A drop of the Ocean
Not knowing
It is the Ocean

The drop has never existed
Only the Oneness, the Ocean
That split in fragments
Dreamt to be Many…

Love and be loved
The magic glue to be One…

DidiArtist, 13.05.2019

 

Back to the roots


 

Transportation
From heart to body
Roots in the light
Colour of a rainbow
Penetrating
Illuminating
All corners
Of our being

Heart drinks
Golden light
Enfolding
Divine petals
Source of beauty
Dance beyond time
Transformation
In deep silence

Sunlight returns home
With no words
In unity, oneness
Voice of the light
Flowing with tears
Into the ocean
Of all-embracing love

DidiArtist, 04.09.2012

Optical illusion


 

A white vest
Does not make innocent

A suit
No gentleman

A necklace with a cross
Not yet believers

Pompous words
No practitioners

Make-up
No natural man

A beard
Not yet a philosopher

Gifts do not come
Without  intentions

Money
Not with wishes

Fire
Not with heat

Senses flowing outwardly
Not necessarily reflect reality

Often the truth can be found
– The other way round…

DidiArtist, 22.10.2013

Houses of mirrors


 

No beginning, no end
In the journey of a circle
Glimpses of moments frozen
Snapshot of the time

Faces dragged along
Between unborn seconds
Fading, mutating life
Mirrored in itself

Perforated being dropping
Through infinity, empty eternity
Painting illusions, crazy dreams
In the core of senses

Questions open increasingly
Losing in echoed answers
In a circle of endlessness
A loop in the mind

Living fragments play
In the wind of change
Anchored in itself
Kaleidoscopic pulsation

Mirrors mirror mirrors
Live in themselves
Bridges of dimensions
To cross each other

Should we dare to see
What is behind
The mirror of the world?

DidiArtist, 16.03.2012

 

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

 

Abilty to discriminate


 

Formulae with wrong results
Multiplicated multiply
Mistakes, spoiled fruit
Contaminate effects
In passing it on
As adopted ideas, thoughts
To karmic disasters
In the moment of giving
Handed over
When adopted again

All thoughts taken
With no deeper checking
May us make produce
Wrong achievments
Karmic consequences
As reaction
From link to link
Leave us responsible

Thoughts very fine
Complex in understanding
Make us penetrate
Like a virus
To the body – mind
Invisible unnoticed
Welcoming the trojan
Not being aware
As it has even passed
Our solid checking

Leaving us behind
In the feeling
Everything is right
While the virus
Continues to upload
Its deadly charge

Names and titles
Make us blind
In following hordes of followers
We are less careful
To check the rights and wrongs

Much suffering we see
There in the world
Which one parts
Due to our understanding
In process
What we are able
To discrminate
As fruits from the past
Like a devil
In the circle

DidiArtist, 24.01.2009

 

Conversation with God


When we understand that this Oneness is God, real love, life and light, perfectly in Itself, with no ending and beginning, then we understand that mind and ego are illusions. What is ego? Ego is the separation of God, is duality. May we all wake up from our ego-life, from our duality, from I-ness, from I and mine and bow down to God in all humbleness – as we all are still in a deep sleep, in the dream of I and mine…

Poetry by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

 

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

Mountains and shortcomings


 

 

When approaching mountains
They appear bigger
When coming closer towards our own shortcomings
They also appear like mountains…

There are many mountains in us
We do not see yet
Approaching ourselves
Will bring them to light

Process of becoming conscious…

DidiArtist, 12.05.2017

 

Carousel of the time


 

 

Habits repeat
Day in, day out
Running in a circle
With man: as a hamster in the wheel

Circulations in microcosm
In macrocosm
Circular time
Rotating space

Summer and Winter
Spring and autumn
Return in the spiral
Of time and space

Everything turns, moves
Orbites the silence of being
Twists like DNA
Revives life

Flows back
As Divine Inhalation
No beginning, no end
Breath of eternity

Bent Spirit
Wave of coming and going
Rests within
Sustaining itself

The end drives the beginning
The beginning the end
The play of eternal repetitions
Divine Dream

Awakening in silence
Movements dissolved
Death and life overcome
Oneness flowing

Awakened from Maya, mind, illusion
Separated replicates…

DidiArtist, 09.12.2018

 

 

Justification and confirmation


 

In the labyrinth of life
Dead ends are entered
With pride as a drive
Manipulated, mentored

False sights ensnared
In the light of others
Confirmed, impaired
Trap for sisters, brothers

A barb in the heart
To spread illusion
Mind of the art
Black blood infusion

Houses built on sandy grounds
With bricks of charming words
That leave the truth in wounds
To raise illusive worlds

Flattered ways prepared
Where feet are lost
With filth besmeared
The light in frost

Dressed in uniforms
Following the cross
Of worn out norms
In ignorance and loss

A chorus of praise
Along the sky
A costly price
So why…?

DidiArtist, 07.03.2012

 

They cannot be mistaken…


 

When many people do the same
It is not the guaranty
That this is the right thing
What they are doing

Truth cannot be backed
By a large amount of people
Based on quantities
But founded on qualities

In this way many are mislead
Inspite of their argument:
Many cannot be mistaken…

Blessed are those with right understanding…

DidiArtist, 27.03.2018

 

Play of the mind


 

Far and near perspectives:

If we see our world from far
All is one, united
If we come closer
All is separated

Separation in Oneness

However, in reality
There is no far, no near
All is connected, one
Beyond separation

Macrocosm lies in microcosm
And microcosm in Macrocosm

We see the world
According to our understanding

All is a game of the mind…

We need to change
The angle of our perspective…
To change our understanding…
Develop right understanding…

DidiArtist, 01.04.2018

Watcher of life


 

 

Outside all is changing
Whirls of passing times
Bubbles of coming and going
Morphing moments

Inside all seems the same
Carries my being along the time
Knowing to know
It is me, center of my Self

May be a bit wiser
Through walking experiences
Fragrance of knowledge
That clings to my Self

While the world turns
Faster and faster
A carousel of changing moments
Infuses its magic

My Self in the eye
Of Noting and All
Surrounded by a storm
Of a kaleidoscopic illusion…

DidiArtist, 04.11.2018

 

Colour of God


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Some are so much confused
They mistake love for blind hate
Some twist peace with violence
While others hide behind the name of God
Commiting murder in their blind hate
A fire burns in them: – the fire of hell?
They come with lies and promises from ambush
Enticing other persons without shame
To infect them with their illness and fire –
Who do not know the difference of love and hate
Manipulating them as their marionettes
However, many good people are out there
Who really know from their hearts:
Love does not know any violence
As it is the true colour of God…

DidiArtist, 06.01.2017

 

Crack in time and space


 

Our world separates
Day from night
Good from evil
Love from hate
Big from small
Hot from cold
Poor from rich
Stupid from clever
Greed from generosity
Matter from spirit
Values from opposites

This crack
In our world
Is our duality
Is Maya in our mind
An outer appearance
Merged with our senses
Is illusion
Separating us
From the whole
From Oneness

DidiArtist, 07.05.2017