Rebirth

When i die

i am reborn.

My body becomes the earth
My blood becomes the sea
My bones become the rocks
My hair becomes the plants
My breath; the wind that blows

İ return to the spirit of all things...

Travellin here

The golden road of dream and dream
we're travellin in a holographic sphere
dancing here, dancing here..

star'crosed on open plains
dreamtime journey
travelling here

Gift

what a marvellous gift.
to be here now
in a beautiful moment of
a stretched cat reclined
and
sounds vibrating to a beat-y
flowing harmonic...
poetry fills the mind with love of
uni~verse

one song

inspiriation plucked from the ether
sparks of
fascination
imaginiation
einstein said it all started from there...
stillness
meditative genius.

Dancing Leaves

everything communicates to us. language is but a means of communication.
every object , creature, animate or inanimate is a lesson.
made of source we orignate from the same place in infinite possibilities of arrangement of atoms and chemicals
language is symbolic. made of symbols
symbols that communicate ideas
ideas inspire feelings
and we learn from how we feel our way through life.
the wind that rustles leaves
and the dance the leaves share,
by dancing in the wind that-
sends messages through the leaves
and to us
so we may receive...

on a train somewhere in croatia. august 2009

golden sun / yummy rays shinin in this train -
my new friend sleeps
Mıa Dyson plays in my ears and this inscence makes the bad smelly feet smell-
lıke nag champa.
Sharp rocks -still waters -diamond lights
nothing like travellin - these times sublime -
riding train lines-brown skın/ sleepin out
Moonshine/non-toxic lunar love.