Fools hope

Lost in dark corridors
No ground under the feet
In thin air hanging by a thread
Like a puppet without a puppetier

Cold bricks on both sides
Labyrinth-like walls sweathing
Shadows of those before me
Flying in harmonious disorder

Dead is this world of lost
Moisty odor fills the sense
Cold rot is eating the flesh
Bones stepping out for the final act.

Is there light to shine bright
Is there fire to warm up
Is there a friend to give a hand
Or is it all ... just a fools hope?

Nocturne

Pitch black dark
Spotted with stars
The sky is

Cold wind caressing
The skin shivers
Feet gone cold

Sounds in the night
Nocturnal drama unfolding
To disapear in the coming of dawn

Koan

What is the sound of a gun
if there is no one there
to pull the trigger?

Prison

At the edge of the bed
Sitting, looking down
Remembering thoughts
Flying amongst clouds

Shy smile showing
On the face two dots
Nothing to say
Nothing to hide

It was
It is
It will be
Time is a prison

Farmers dilema

Sliding down
Your warm skin
My palm petting
Calming you down
You eating out of my hands

Meeting your eyes
Seeing their light
Just before my hand
Will slay you down
Your flesh down my throat

Artist

Hanging in thoughts
Following habits
Spying on emotions
Like an operative
Action in inaction

Breathing winds of change
In and out of the universe
Seeping through nostrils
Filling space becoming ocean
Deep down golden rays following

Discovering worlds of becoming
As a bee discovers a flower
Zooming above all the colors
Streching on the canvas
This Mind is a great artist

Energy

Holding the body in palms
Like a drop of water
Ready to evaporate
Into nothingness

Cherished with warmth
Touching the skin
Calm settling in
Deep in the core

Fingers dancing
Over black n white
Tones flying wild
In all directions

Sliding into vibrations
Energy travels fast
Everything including
To spring into void

Drama in Dhamma

Vibrations filling lungs
Train of thoughts
Behind the eyes

People in same space
Words flying around
Hitting into eardrums

Reactions arising
Only to pass away
Replaced by new born ones

Creation of meanings
Personal perceptions
Drama in Dhamma

Rise n Fall

Vibrations flowing
Into the ear
Flodding the brain
In delightful music

Reaction initiated
Like Dominoes
One after another
Emotions rising and falling

Tragedy of Knowing

All people
Brothers n sisters
Enemies n foes
Same are we all
Bound by believes

Living a lie
Inevitably trying
Towards happiness
And immortality
Reaching through time

With each strive
With each thought
By saying "I Know"
Bringing tragedy
To the whole world

Insight into Suffering

Eardrums humming
In the lowest key
Pressure hanging
Behind the eyes

Focus blurring
Exploding into scenery
Of unstoppable fury
Made of thoughts

Armies of ants
Crawling under skin
Nails desiering
To fly into battle

Rejection is futile
Trying to dismantle
Whats made
Of ignorance n greed

Wave after wave
Hitting into the portside
Rocking the vessle
Ripe to be sunk

Inbreath fighting in
Outbreath falling heavy
The belly is dancing
To the death-song of becoming

Creation

Kneeling down
Before the sunrise
World of becoming
Behind the eyeballs
Into fragments gone

Naked feet touching
The soil wet from dew
Heavy clay calling
Reminding the body
Where it springs from

Dew drop like tunder
Into two bright sides
Breaking the mind
Into Moon and Sun
Creation of dawn

Dreams like a fog
Sliced with light rays
Dissipating into
An awakened eye
A bright day unfolding

Sensing

Soft in the fist
Warmth is flowing
Inwithin the heart
Spider web forming

Licking the wound
Bones sticking out
Hole in the body
Bleeding without

Pain in the chest
Sharp like a steal
Falling within
Something to feel

Sleeping beauty

Behind closed eyes
A beauty is asleep
High up on the fluffy
White soft clouds

Head covered with
Fields of strawberries
Hair gone wild
All over the face

Dreamer in dreams
Like fish in the ocean
Feeling at home
This beauty is asleep