A Secret World



There is a Space within me,
Where I just be
There nothing exists, no form, no thought
Nothing,no memory, no should or ought
I simply am in that secret space
Aware of it, it expands, moves at a slow pace
Bringing peace and no-mind gradually fades

than honey-sweet movement pervades!
Changing, the world sparkles in transparency,
vibrating with a clear blue luminosity.
My so called self – swims in a sea of blue
Tranguil, fullfilled in many a hue.
In that Space nothing is done,
As there is nobody to do.

Leaving that inner, secret Space,
I return to the old worldly place.
Here all appears so solid to my gaze!
Has weight, form, attributes- is covered by haze;
It’s the world „you and I“ know,
To its arguments and limitations we bow
It has everchanging values and emotions,
Endless explanations and other notions.
A world of exploitation and conformity
And misunderstandings of enormity.
It ‘s a world of superficial entertainers,
Of car tax and plastic containers.
Where I decide, plan and execute;--
I am not allowed to be mute.
Yet I know, there‘s no-“body“ to do ...?
Who than, does what? How to get through?

Nature and Beauty lull our senses,
Begging to go beyond fences.
Soar with the eagle, rise above sky
Escape your senses, learn to fly.
Let‘s not exclude one or the other,
Know both worlds as woven together
No need to pretend one doesn‘t exists
No need to travel – where tiredness persists
If actions seem pointless; - if agony rules
What‘s there to do? Are we mer‘ fooles!
He does the work through the space inside me!
Wake up – realise how to be
The secret space harbours His reality.
Celebrate the One, in Plurality!