Governments always take good care of you

The government is planning a nuclear power plant

In your neighborhood

If your government says so

It must be a good idea

Thyroid cancer has never hurt a child

I need references badly

I have a reference from my last employer

He has been dead for 20 years

It is a little bit of a challenge

When a brothel complains

A brothel complained

To the city council

About building a church

In their neighborhood

Claiming

“This could bring the wrong people to the area”

The looking glass

The flower is still

Utmost beauty

Radiance and completion

The leaf accompanies the journey

Often unnoticed

Join

It is everywhere in my universe

Look it is in yours

Just look

Will you?

Look again if you have missed it

Why do I tell you?

Don’t you have eyes to see?

Your eyes are much younger than mine

Don’t turn a blind eye

What to do when waking up?

Wake up now

It is time

Don’t go anywhere

No one knows the secret

The thinker

Every moment passes

There is no witness

Or so we think

But who is thinking?

Afternoon of tears

When crying and laughing

Become the same

There is no end to awakening

When the river enters the ocean

There is no distinction

When your parents passed away

You were not alone

When the sun appears through the clouds

After a long rain

Your face is wet

Are your tears the reason or the rain?

Can you tell?

Have a safe trip

What about tomorrow?

What about yesterday?

Where is time?

When you are here now

Sheltered by this moment

Safe as never before

For a moment

Let go

Make it more than one moment

Every moment counts

As usual

It is never a moment too late

One too many

How many days are in an hour?

How many weeks are in a day?

How many months are in a week?

How many years are in a month?

How many eons are in eternity?

Stop counting

You drive me nuts

The disease of counting

Was never popular in the afterlife

Whose existence anyway?

Where do you exist?

In a shadow?

In a memory?

In a metaphor?

In a likeness?

In your pain?

In your birth?

In your bliss?

In the glass of a mirror?

In the manipulation of time?

In the mystery of love?

In the flatulence of your Ego?

May be you exist in your laughter

Far away from home

Why does it matter so much?

Why do you have to stand in line for it?

Is there a sale?

When do you know

It is everywhere?

Often unseen

Tell me something

It’s all in the name of God

So we are told

But is it?

Tell that to the criminals on the planet

And their political allies

Day and night

Rise in the morning

And go to bed in the evening

Illusion is the game

When you are asleep all day

Any new plans for the night?

Beauty to be contemplated

Throw me into bliss

And I will contemplate God’s beauty

Throw me into hell

And I will contemplate God’s beauty

May be we are not the same

We don’t have to be thrown

Into anything

Maximum suspense

Live life

Suspended in the moment

Spiders are spinning their web

No rest

Everything stolen

This morning is the only moment

Arise with it and listen

But first you have to wake up

From a night without sleep

Your dream arrives in the morning

From another bed

Brought to you by a thief

He was not locked up in time

And therefore is your companion

Don’t sleep in other people’s bed

Who says?

They say

“The sky is the limit”

But is it?

The longing that will pass

Longing to be complete

Longing to be unafraid

Longing to merge

Longing to be at peace

What will you do after death

When longing is out of fashion

And overrated?

Be frantic again?

I must have it

Find me

A square fruit

I want to eat a square fruit for breakfast

If not found in time

I will have it for dinner

And dance with joy

Soul window

A window

Into your soul

What do you see?

From the inside out

Or the outside in

How many souls are there?

And do you open the window?

Or keep it closed all year?

It is cold outside

Warm places are in the heart

Sometimes

A rare movement

The birds move freely

The fish move freely

Are they confined like you and me?

Does anyone notice?

They don’t seem to care

The spirit moves freely

Between the birds and the fish

All the way to you

Life lies in between

Life is like candy

Often it is too sweet

Life is like salt

Often it is too salty

Do you live your life between extremes?

What is it?

When it is not too sweet or too salty

Boring or a means to let go

Sugar and salt

Have their own way of telling a story

But ignored they cannot

Who are you, really?

I don’t care

Who you are

What you think

What you do

How much you eat

Or if you can get it up

Are you a gentle person?

Buddha pointing fingers

Not killing

Not stealing

Not lying

Not harming others when speaking

Aren’t we supposed

To live with each other?

May be even love?

Did you hear the Buddha

In the distance of your Being?

Why is your Being so far away from your source?

Without it there is hardly anything

Without clouds there is no rain

Without words there is no speech

Without love there is no Being

Without tears there is no sadness

Without you and me there is no peace

Without anything there is what?

Take a wild guess

Or consult your DNA

The difference it can make

A million years away

Nothing we have here

Will exist

One year away

We will be attached to

What happened yesterday

What a difference

A million years can make

How long can existence matter?

Winning is not like loosing

Every day

We are like thieves

When we are not thieves

We are jealous

Every day

We are like liars

When we are not liars

We are strangled by truth

Every day

We are like losers

As the one thing to win

Is not always available

And who wants to steal it

It is punishable by bliss

Who can prove it?

There always have been wars

They say

Are you a historian?

There can be no peace

They say

Were you born on this planet?

They also say

There is no instant enlightenment

You cannot prove it

Can you make it by end of the day?

If you have

Not reached enlightenment

By the end of the day

You are a useless piece of shit

Go to sleep

Or eat a mango

But climb the tree first

The difference between sleeping and waking

Playing the game is one thing

Loosing is not an option

Winner wins all

When waking up

Sleeping is not an option

You loose some

You win some

Life is not the game

Commonly believed

The mantra

Om Mani Padme Hum

Listen carefully

Breathe

A Tibetan lama

Is always sitting by your side

Chanting something

And tending the fire underneath