Aktion 23 Fnorum

Mal was anderes

Perfection in anarchy
A stoner lovesong

She is like the foggy mist
Over a wild Green maddow
You can See her she is there
But you cant hold her
When you Touch her she swirls around you like a cloud of cosmic Gas
And her kisses left a feeling like raindrops on Green Gras
You can Touch her you can feel her but you can never
Catch her and lock her away in a jar for ever and ever and ever
Then she disappear in the night
Like the Stars in the Orange glow of the City Light

And you know she is only real when she is free
Like a summerbreeze that blows through the leafs of a sacred tree
She is only real when she is free
Like a tidal wave so strong in a Storm on the open sea.
Like the spirit of the nature
Like the cosmic mystery of life and existence
Not just a body more like an eternal universal loving intelligence
She is only real when she is like its be
You can only love her when she is free

She is like the rays of Sun on a desperate day
Like snow but when you try to hold her to long she melts away
You can feel the Touch of cold snowflakes on your warm lips
But when you hold her to long she pass away like the Sun in a solar eclipse
Only a corona of sacred Light behind a Black disk
Over a wild green maddow she is like foggy mist

Like a wild river
You can only feel the Power
When it flows through the Fingers of your hand
But if you try to Grab the water
There is nothing left but emptiness

Reflections

When i look into a mirror
The universe looks back to me
there is a hidden truth behind
a deep insight in what i see
a beeing made from ancient dust
with eyes like stars so bright
older even then the time itself
carrys a cosmic energy inside
an avatar of consiousness
made to understand what it is
the origin lost and long forgotten
trapped in the search for the moment of bliss

And then the picture starts to talk it says
Look at me my tiny star
remember who you really are
stop yourself blame
everything is made from the same
You are my cosmic avatar
remember who you really are
inside of you the eternal flame
everything is made from the same

When i look out of a mirror
i ask myself why dont you hear me
why do you trust the man who lies
who tells you you should fear me
i only want to understand myself
they call me god, give me a name
and try to controll your confused mind
remember yourself we are the same
born from ancient holy light
think about what this means in the end
the only thing you really fear
is the reflection of yourself my friend