Market of the world

The world is spinning
Everything moves
Time passes
Breath flows

Spaces are dreams
Foam of the mind
Shadows on the wall
Burnt reality

Everything changes
Comes and goes
Like a sandstorm
Without a trace

In truth everything stands still
Has no movement
No time, no space
Is only illusion, a shallow dream

Where there is light
Is no darkness
Where there is darkness
Is no light

We breathe deception, maya
Lose ourselves in the shadows
Follow the lure of the world
Do not listen to the inner call

Sinking in the mud of desires
Removing ourselves from our Selves
In the rampage of our shortsightedness
Without stability and balance

We stand still by ourselves
The veil lifts
Carries us into the light
That waits for us…

DidiArtist, 15.08.2021

False values

 

 

Is it a good wine?
A good meal?
A good sports game?
A handsome man?
A beautiful woman?
Is it wealth?
A house and many children?
Worldly pleasures?
Travelling around the world?
Gaining advantages?
To fulfil wishes?
Is it book knowledge?

No, all that is not the purpose
The purpose of life
Which is only passed on
To our children
Only repeated constantly

We play a game with God:
Want to have the world and God
However, to have both is not possible
The world is just a market of endless wishes

What is the purpose of life?
Re-entry into our eternal home
But with filth no one can enter
A holy house

We must learn
To live in unity
For the drop
Is not separate from the ocean

We must learn
To serve one another

We must learn
To realise
That we are all one
In the house of God

To be aware
Of our thoughts and actions
Not to hurt anyone
Living in unity

Living for others
Is living for God
So let us no longer live
For our little ego

Then every action
Becomes His action
Without pride in a good deed
Then we live in harmony

With all creation…

DidiArtist, 08.05.2021

 
 

Playground of give and take

Loaded with presents and debts
Man lands in the market world
Bazaar of give and take
Old meets old
Giving hands
Open hands
In exchange
Known faces appear
Join the market
Endless rows of stands
To sell and buy
To lose and find
Business between man and man

Many get “richer”
Become more and more overloaded
Create new debts
While few empty their bags
Pay their bills
Gain rich emptiness
Close old wounds
Go Home smilingly
With empty hands…

DidiArtist, 17.10.2019