and you’re very welcome to reply with your thoughts.

Love…Sushima

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.

In the mist of life guilt comes running.
As an long dark worm in sneeks its way
into the smallest cell of its beeing.

As you see my struggle with closed
sensitivity, blood runs through all particles.
Nothing to clear in its own fear.

Run my love Christ, shampoo
the hidden tragedy of tears.

Longings of clarity and stillness.
For all those struggles and all those
who surrenders in the pain of love

Be Thy will done. Be so it.
Far more then the Superior,
are running the miles for life.
Are running for life itself.

Never again will shame
be laughing its horror
fearing my guts splashed out

In eternity wise men wispers
the knowledge of  everlasting 
thruth into my smiling ears.

No guilt was ever there, in
the illusion of a belived need
the gost haunted its house.

Such a relief, what splendour
when the gate shines open
to the miracles of – Thanks.

Hello

My source loves to sprinkle in the pleasure of creating.

I have my 7th vernissage exhibition booked in May 2007 and that makes my whole mechanism programmed for openness to the flow of new exciting happiness explosions.

Sushima