Dreamseller

I have let fish out
they are swimming wherever they feel like
there is no need for an aqurium in the water

They frisked about through my eyes
how they were baited

I almost believed it, too
that there is no overlooking
on space in golden light

but they have swum away
I wish I knew who is writing it
if inside
none of them is left

Secret pictures

Have you covered the mirrors
you will be left alone

Immobile traveller

If you watch a cloud you are free.

This is what I've learnt
vigilance

My throat opened up
the resonance of my voice stregthens the resonance of my body
I am singing an ancient song
and the Voice opens up my Eyes
The Eyes close the consciousness
in the Room of  Being Wordless
the Factory of Illusions is glowing

I am not going there today, too
I am just sitting around
being  shocked by the silence

on the stage of my soul
I've just watched my whole life
it is not full of special excitements

Being in something pu the eyes
that you are awating so much
and you can pass it

I am again in childhood
I am dreaming awake
I am waking pu dreaming
the Fog is over
and I can see again

The turtle had a dream of me

I will show you something which stands half way between simple and true. Because I like it very much if a turtle has a dream of me. It is so strawberry-like and so majesticly slow that is do not have to think about the things left behind me or searching for me. Just to step, only one at a time and to watch the changes that affedt me and in which I will remain as well. At these times I feel I am alive and purhaps that i am, as well. Because on one of the mornings the words faded away, the ones ruling the dazed mind, so I became someone with few words and more smiles, this way.
Now I am standing, here as a gate open wide through that the from - here - to - there' is flowing softly and enigmatically.
Because the world is in me and what is outside its walls is myself.
A man of Whom a turtle sometimes has dreams.

The five elements and the five seasons.

The two series were produced for two siblings.
My friends.
I say thanks because their desires called forth these pictures.
Without this they would not exist.

Million steps

For 30 years I was sitling in one place then I stood up and went to Australis.
There I understood what watercolour meant. You can find a place where  the power flous through wou perfectly intothe picture. There is no redundant motion just if you wink, you who are watching it

Cloud Nudes

I had to find the Beauty
so many people have already talked about
and sometimes I believed in it, too

the more I searched
the less I found
onlyy trend and surface
so I asked the women

Yes!
When I was very small
everything was pure white
I walked in dreams
and awakening

Noone has hurt me so far
I have neither known the flames of pleasure deligh
I didn't get lost in the forest
I went where the blackburries grew dark

I met unfamiliar men
and familiar women
later I said good-bye to familiar men
and unknowable women faded away from my bed
leaving behind a scent or the absence

Now I am sitting on the rock of my soul's height
as the sail of winds
I can go anywhere
even all directions are possible at one time
but I am sitting under the clouds burning white
looking around the valley on fire
sitting in a glowing egg
shouting flames
to the flame

I can't help it
I love this dream
I have already woken up many times
to all kinds of mornings
maybe the best was
when a flower was blosoming beside my bed
and its smell hugged me
but now sitting on the rock I can see
that there is the pain of loneliness no more
if I sit there alone
wen that doesn't matter
I am enjoying the air
the soil
the rain
the sun
I am breathing out the light
I am breathing in the light

I am not looking for secrets any more
but they are coming
and talking me with
them
I alvays face everything
in my dreams, too
vigilance.

The city of non - existing things.

In fact it is a tale. I do not want to write about gloomy things. The 20 th century has been out of breath. New times. New laus.  These ouctzres becane ukzstratuibs meanwhile.
I am still that child who believed
what the tales promised.

Men's company

You have a name, more if you like. But which are is the word that if you pronounced your soul would recognize it.

El Faro

The 'Dream of El Faro' is a travel-watercolour. I only make these pictures on journeys in the illusions of freedom. At these times I am like a Leaf drilted away. A am just watching what my hands are painting. And I am just wat hing someone else's dream and I am taking pleasure in it.