Poetry - Welcome to the world.

Welcome to poverty
and luxury

welcome to the struggle
of infinity in our
thoughtsystems.

Never ever ending
story of the ONE
in our senses, in
our emotions and
in our beliefsystems.

In our belifsystem
the One of the One
created as One
in all of us
splitttred stars of
love as a
humanity roundabout.

In this carousel
of misunderstandings
nothing clears the clutter
of mind issues
as the simple word
thanks.

In the Gospel
as in the livelyhood
of man
we recognize fear,
we smell the
smallness of
crippled men and
woman, as our
targets for projections.

In the mist of
despair
a simple little
word of recognition
and it ’s all
gone.

I hear you my dear
I think it’s love.
The word must be
love, my honeypie.

Illusion of the hatred
is sweaped in to a
white angel of tears.

Nothing to fear.
Nothing to blame.
It is just not true.
Just not.

But as a blendering
hopefullness it
comes running from the
woods, comes running
with joy and
splendour.

The word – thank you.
Thank You.