1 poetry is the only grace of the words


2 survivers are where they sleep and painters are where they paint

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i never knew until i felt i should open and write this

the ideas i had about saying anything at all well, i don't know

until i saw the sunrise over the hills in Kurdistan

the same day i decided to sing that marvelous song



It was a Friday

i understand your feeling and craving for india

it happened to me that i sensed possitive with
the earth was in sharem al sheik in sinai and

i discovered that i love the warm zone of the
planet, and am always taken by the life and
the sense of earth

and also meet people in india it must be a challenge
with all those individuals who keep to who they are
but live together so well - in the truth of life

like your boat man in the river - it can happen
to you also in south america or even in north
america if you concentrate on the land

what people make with the idea of earth
or with the ideas they have about life seem
to affect the ability of one, anyone in fact.

its surely time to look again at inspirations
or that which stimulates into artistic action
which the indu would call shiva

they not only taught you and demanded but they many times warned you to  take care of yourself and this is what we are doing

and when you are frustrated again and again
and angry and sad and horny to the edge of your nerves
and lonely if you can feel  that
and when you despise all the above and rejecting
and fighting for your sanity ceaselessly for no avail

and it is the same like this forever and ever for millions of years
you are stuck with it and you are thinking that you are learning
and that is in fact a lesson for ya - great shit
and this messy going in circles is for ever the same all together
all that you want and don't or do get is here and you are
here having this mess for yourself and for others all these
pains & pleasures mix such drama like you can not believe

that you may come out of all that all together like you woke up from sleep

no tranquilizers no meditations to relax no contemplations to realize
no manoeuvres whatsoever you are and i am in that mass wherever we
are and can't get out of it

just remaining with what is while its taking place and this is you fully now and  with staying here with all the mess of your life is the door the door is despair and then you see its the same door and the same life for all

we, modern civilization is having now the best evolution is replacing this vulnerable version of human beings with a much better development. It is made of high end metal and synthetic solutions and with an intelligent brain with 2,500,000, Gigabyte hard drive,  50,000 VM Ram integrated and with a Physical control twice the existing capability with now a day bodies.

Still working on some best identification solutions and new Intel mix with high Apple definitions will make the next and best human ever to walk on this planet. This super human, will be absolutely pacific for most case but two slightly and unnecessary situations of small combat with laser beams and new improved tiny nuclear device that can not really harm.

So we shall be free of most irritating functions just like our answering machines represent us with the further developed options and choices; and multiple connections, here we will free our whole conflicting structure and our vulnerability will over come, we shall be free at last of our inferior set of emotional and spirituality will gain yet another level as we will be immortal.

The time has come !

Thank you for never answering our phone calls - we prefer your machine instead and they are  so humorous and intelligent - thank you so much !

We are free at last !

 It sometimes looks to me like the search and striving for enlightenment is a pretty tiring occupation including, writing and reading this with striving eyes and;  forgive me if i lost my way here, and if I am just happy

we are so fragile but wage the toughest war ever the war for personal freedom
we have built great barricades in ourself and in the world as far as we could go
we say we are fragile take care or we break to pieces or kill back

so we learn the war alright and its everywhere it only stops when you connect to the world

bringing the truth from the world to a much smaller version became like sticking it into a none existing hole

so now here we are what do we do
what can we do

what shall it be

how could i know and what is there to know now i m only lost in darkness of unconsciousness and this is the human mind we make stories that tomorrow or one month from now will look differently, we are moving perhaps its just a metaphor - or is there any movement at all