Winter sun
Bright blue sky
White disc of sun
Snow sparkling in sunlight
Winter sun
Winter sun
Frosting cold winds are blowing,
Winter sun as high up as can be,
Warmth is growing in my heart.
Words
Words are like cotton candy,
They are fluffy at first,
But when you touch them they get solid
And can hurt with sweetness.
Just walk by,
Do not stick with them.
The world is an illusion
The world is an illusion,
If we are realising this,
We recognise that nothing is true.
But we are part of the world,
So all of this is an illusion too?
We understand that the illusion is an illusion.
Breeze
Slight wind through hot air.
The bambus bends.
Enlightenment
The pre-enlightenment period was defined by the holy truth. Like a child in the mother’s womb the Christian society believed that there is a god whom is invisible and directs the world.
Within the enlightenment it was perceived that from an outstanding point the mother can be identified and God is unmasked.
However, enlightenment moved the border for a God just a bit further to the outside. God is in this post-enlightened period at some specific point beyond the appearances.
Spheres
There is a god sphere and a world sphere. We humans inhabit the human sphere. We are including many spheres in our life. The size of our life sphere regulates the freedom we have in life. The larger our spheres are the more choices we have to choose from. But they are all an illusion, there is only this one energy we can consume. All is one.
The moon
White disc on black firmament,
Stars sparkling, silence of the night.
Property
We think we own private land,
But this is an illusion.
We think we own stocks,
But this is an illusion.
We think we own a car, a house, a jet,
But this is an illusion.
We think we own the blood and work force of the others,
We exploit and grow our luxury, but this is an illusion.
We own nothing but our life and the labour,
But this is an illusion too.
Autumn’s sun
Warm yellow disc through grey mist.
Colored leaves on the pavement.
The nothingness and me 