lørdag 21. januar 2012

what?

WHAT IS THIS ?
WHAT IS THAT?
WHATS WHAT
AND WHATS
NOT?

WHATS THIS
GOT TO DO WITH ANYTHING
AT ALL?

IS THERE ANY
SENSE
MAKING
ANY SIGN
OF CONSCIOUSNESS
WAKING
OR IS IT IN FACT
SLEEPING
IN THE LULLABY LAND
OF  DREAMING
SEA~KING?

Spirutunelle

Spirit
knows
what the mind
can only guess

Spirit
knows
the unknown
like a bird
knows the air
on the first
day of may

Spirit soars
in the high
up above
and moves
deep down
below
theres other
knowing
but to know
that spirit
knows
lo & behold!

eSprit

writing
and reading poetry
summons the spirit
to merge
with the art
of creation
& to be one
with the
exalted joy
of
inspiration

there are
moments
when spirit
says what
pleases the gods
and then
there are
moments
when spirit
repeats
itself
chanting
the chant
of repetition
in the eccoing
mountains
of transformation

what?
asked the uncertain of
and the certain
replied:
-not-

for there was
no sure reply
and the answer
was silence
in the void
of nada

however

dive divine

the beauty
of the snake
in the tree
of life
and
red juicy apples
hanging
from
every branch
promising
a taste
divine

the beauty¨
of the flow
in  the river
of creation
and the subtle
sound of
changes
in the air

the the the the
and the unfolding
thereof
therein
thereby
therewith

what?
asked the uncertain
the certain
wich said
nada

Flight

Imagination
flies on the wind
of time
through open
spaces
where
spirit
unwinds
in the freedom
of fantasy
singing
liberation
of mind

fredag 20. januar 2012

when its late

Wild horses run across
my garden
making the earth
shake
and my house
quake

i hear indians
yelling like
crazy
and i just
know
the lsd
is kicking
in
& not
just
maybe

if it doesnt
rhyme
theres no
stars
no
blue heaven
and no
sunshine
no music
no vine
but if
it does rhyme
ahh well
its just
smokey
i guess

letters in mind

its not really the story
thats interesting
but rather
the placing
of words
on the canvas
of mental
space

its the facinating
little symbols
wich express
consciousness
in  a way
we can understand
and relate to

reflecting our
own inner
voice
by
the
simple
magick
of symbols
on the white
sheets of mind