Poetry

 

 

 

 

Beyond in the next world
a cycle of poems dedicated to the visionary William Blake

 

 

 

 

Here we are

Caught in imperfection

While we could just tune in

 

 

 

The Inconceivable Mystery

 

Hidden in the deep forest

Vibrating und pulsating

Through all that is and may be

The inconceivable mystery

 

Trying to understand

We are bound to failure

As thought is full of doubt

And words just a barrier

 

We keep holding on

Fleeting moments in time

Instead of letting loose

We continue to choose

Ignorance of the truth

 

And dismissed are those

Who rather chose

To free themselves

From mundane life

To feel eternities sunrise

 

To feel the energy revolving

To feel consciousness evolving

One must open the gates

Embracing all fates

And through unknown modes of being

Accomplish the art of seeing

 

 

 

 

 

Eden

 

Behold!

A gentle bud,

Covered with morning dew

Like a precious stone

 

Bestowing upon me

Reflections of dancing light 

Filling my soul with sweet delight

 

But when the glow-worm,

Who is the watchman of the night, 

Harmed by the beast had died

 

I could no longer see –

A human illusion –

Deep in the clouds

Flowing down into darkness

 

I felt the moment

The old woman plucked the flower

 

 

 

 

 

Forbidden from Seeing

 

Victims of powerful misconduct

We cry and obey

Led by our deepest fears

 

On our way

To the day of reckoning

Where bitter tears await

 

Only to realize,

That it’s too late

For our spirits to blossom

 

Hidden underneath

Countless layers of lies and deceit

We forgot who we are

 

Moulded by hate and war

Damned to die in solitude and despair

We give in to the fires of hell

 

Flames engulfing

Destroying all that is good

For only the worst of our kind

 

Control the mind

Of a lost human being

Forbidden from seeing

 

 

 

 

 

Where are we now?

 

While we are waiting

For redemptiom to come

 

Our restless desires

Of sins unsung

Twist our souls

With hellish delights

 

And while humankind fights

Brothers killing brothers

Believing the charlatans prophecy

 

There are still others

Believing in no human ideal

For those are not of divine appeal

 

With a pure heart we shall rage:

Only when all the merchants are driven out of the temple

And the wolves no longer surpress the sheep

There will be peace of mind

 

But the herd keeps holding on

To the grand illusion

Of life on earth

In all its confusion

 

Forsaking their birth

Filled with fear of death

Ignoring the divinity of their own breath

 

Those poor souls

Could be saved from their prisons

If only the few

To whom mankind listens

Would themselves clear their minds

 

And realize

That there is no power

No future before our eyes

 

Just one eternal cycle

Where nothing can be controlled

 

If this truth would reach the masses

That enlightenment can’t be sold

If experience changed their minds

To recognize themselves

Within their true nature

 

And oneness with the eternal ground

All would be filled with ethereal sound

 

So speak out loud

For you will be heard

Spread love and understanding

 

For every human being

Could embrace, full of grace

The inseperabilty of feeling

 

 

 

 

 

Light as a Feather

 

The goddess of midnight

Dived in blue and violet light

Showed me how to find

A force never seen or felt before:

 

Love of the purest kind

To be treasured for evermore

 

Light as a feather she moves

To the sweet sounds of music-

With swinging hair and a dancing body

That seems to be naked even when clothed

 

One simple moment,

As short as a breath

I saw her divinity –

 

And like an angel of death

The heavenly creature spoke

In seven tongues and I awoke

 

From the dream I called life

Into a state of conscious delight

Throwing myself into the river

Floating downstream

 

Calm and with the trust of a child

I hear the sound of violins

Painting your smooth dark eyes

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beyond in the next world

 

For in Heaven let us seek

The divine image,

The symbols through wich we speak

 

A playful pilgrimage

To be reborn –

Reborn as all

 

And all is nothing

For the tree of knowledge is suffering

 

The eye seeing beyond

Beyond in the next world

Is part of us all

Though most seem to fall

 

And in between lifes

One sees how to find

Divine incarnation

In benign inspiration

 

And all must see

for all are one

Comes death to thee –

All masquerade’s gone

 

You no longer choose

Between blindness and truth

 

Heaven and Hell

Begin to melt –

Revealing their nature:

 

Illusions of mankind

To keep us blind

From seeing beyond –

Beyond in the next world