I never knew
one could experience
samadhi in a dream.

Time stops its self evaluation
every movement becomes eternal,
in a short period of time,
just for a while,
for the time being,
for the whole of time
is the whole of existence

In a small frame of phenomenon
the relative becomes absolute.
Immovable, through and through
drips the inertia of the real.

What art is worthy such an event?
I surrender film and camera,
honestly how pathetic
to cling to the use of such mirrors
like a divorced middle aged man
who cant stand the look of himself in the shower.

Instead i will grow poems
that spring forth
leaving spores for an even greater event

I can feel my dreams liberating me,
releasing me from the anxiousness
of not having known them in due time.
Here they where right under our nose
how beautifully tragic life can become
when you carry the things you look for.

The ambitious thieves who only care for reality
will never be confronted with the emptiness
of their victims mansion,
after all who cares how many doors there are in such places.