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