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HEY SHIVA 

Come and sit with me 
Let's listen to our heartbeat

Listen 
Listen 
There is only one 

Wipe clean your sword 
Still stained with my blood 

You cut me right back 
To the bare bones 

And as I laid dying 
I watched 

My wounds sprout into peace 
There is only Shiva 

  IN THE CENTER OF PERFECTION 

​In the center of perfection 
Everything is prayer 
All I do 
Carries your name 

You 
The Nameless One 
Who gave all of us 
Our name 

In the center of perfection 
I subtract myself 
To honour your name

Without movement 
I dance devotion 
For life itself 

In silence 
I sing your name 

In the center of perfection 
I am the sun 
Beyond love radiating 
All is already done 
Nothing to achieve 

As nobody we enter
Only 
To realize 
We are One 
With the ONE 
Who has no name 

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ADORATION OF SILENCE

Silence 
Ground of all being 
Wordlessly 
You reveal 
Your deepest secrets 

Silence 
Motionless 
You are ravaging me 
Like a passionate lover 

Silence 
Our dance 
So exquisite
Yet we are not separate  
As one we dance  

Silence 
All is birthed  from you
All dies in you  
You - The unborn

All dreams manifest
Are made from your essence

Silence is all there is 
Silence I Am 
Le Silence - je t'adore
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FREEDOM

Freedom silently smiles  
Welcoming
With great disregard for discernment 
Shadow and light 

An empty heart dances 
Drenched in 
Love 
That simply IS

The wonder of the morning light 
Painting everything anew 
Each day 

So is our awakened heart 
Fresh every moment 
As we see with innocence 
Everyone in their innocence 

Regardless whether 
Caught up 
In the dream 
Or awake

Exquisite beauty shines 
Through all forms and longing

So innocent 
So innocent 
We are 

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SUDDENLY ALL BELONGED

How did I arrive 
At this placeless place 
Where all paths end 

Was I forced 
To walk 
The Path of Stones 

Crawling without hope 
In my torn garment 
Through the ruins 
Of shattered dreams 

Empty handed 
I walk 
Where I refused to go 

In the agony 
Of my deepest pain 
I cursed you Lord 

I wept alone 
Into the deafening silence 
Waiting for your answer 
That never came

I was lost in the core of fear 
Only 
As I forgot myself
You came 

We danced 
Gently caressing memories

​And suddenly 
All belonged

WILD WINDS

​Wild winds 
Storm over the land
Silence is unfolding 
Its wings of bliss 

Speaking so deeply 
From the unborn
Bliss drenched 
I sip up 
Every moment

Listening 
To the storm 
To silence 
Dancing exquisitely within

Silence
You are my lover 
Ecstasy 
Found itself 
In the ordinary 

My prayer 
I do whatever it takes to be free 
Was heard

 I am the storm
I am silence speaking 
Everything I am
Everyone I am  
Nothing I am

 I AM All that is 
I AM
Is all I know 
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THE UNKNOWN

As we are free falling into the unknown and do no longer allow ourselves to grasp the next concept - the next interpretation of what is happening - something of indescribable beauty is arising. A deep knowing of the essence of existence reveals itself. Wisdom beyond the capability of words to convey meaning  refuses to form new teachings and concepts. 
An unfamiliar fearlessness embraces the unknown with its unlimited potential of possibilities and we no longer feel the wish to interpret the world. An unburdening unknown to us, lifts our hearts when the need for interpretation is gone and life is simple perceived in its raw form - a stream of pure life force -  life itself expressing itself in the formless and all forms. Staying in the unknown before manifestation - before creation of thought - this is true liberation

To Justus 
01.03.04 
The day you died 



Justus my friend 
My little brother 
Loved you like my own son
And will always do 

Maybe you were even my father 
Who knows whose face lays hidden 
Behind the curtain of innocence 
Of the image of a pure child 

I just know you were a blessing 
For all of us 

First we fought for your life 
Did miracles 
Two times you’ve died 
And always willingly 
You came back 
Just for a short visit 
To our land of lies 

Your body already too weak 
To stand through 
The torture of living 

What beauty laid upon your face 
Filled up the little room 
As you finally passed over 
And went through the sacred door 
Where freedom lies

Never before 
I’ve seen greater peace 
At someone’s face 

Justus my friend 
I am grieving you 
And let you go 

Saw you in your eternal light 
After you’ ve left your broken cocoon 

The rain was of compassion 
Was falling upon the earth 
Into every willing heart 

Justus my friend 
Thank you so much 
For teaching me 
I will carry you 
Forever in my heart 
My beloved friend 

Bodhisattva of Compassion 
What a blessing 
Was even your death 

A little six year old boy 
Grown from the blood of the holy land 
Became the teacher for all of us 

So gently you slid 
Out of the invisible door 
Left just silent peace 
In all of our grieving hearts 

We miss you so much 

Your death broke off 
My iron door 
Where there dwells 
The valley of tears 
Hidden so secretly 
That even I forgot about my tears 

Now they flow 
Little rivers of grief 
Diamond tears 
For all broken mother hearts 

Justus 
Thank you so much 
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