In the deepest darkness,
joy is that little light,
pushing away the pain,
so you can move your feet.
Joy is walking on water,
where the deep black depth,
is far underneath you,
even though the waters,
still roar all around you.
Joy is standing on a mountain top,
where the difficult journey is behind you,
and the view reminds you,
that the impossible was possible after all.
Joy is the rope,
that keeps you from falling down.
Joy is the focus,
that keeps you moving forward,
for dreaming with joy,
instills a deep hope,
that gives you wings to fly,
in the greatest storms.
Born out of love,
joy is the light that feeds us,
with happy memories from the past.
Joy shows us,
that new experiences,
however difficult they are,
can be fun,
in the presence of loving friends.
Joy is an arm around your shoulder,
it is a tissue when you grieve.
Joy in the face of love,
is all we really need,
in a world filled with darkness,
this is joy to me!
What am I looking for within your eyes?
Beyond the recognition of my own heart,
the prophesies explain their stories,
until acceptance takes me by the hand,
and the world slowly disappears from my sight.
What am I looking for upon your lips?
The dry desert dunes have never spoken,
only wrinkling their skin as they please,
or may long to please in the sight of others,
until an oasis fills their mind with hope.
What am I looking for within your face?
The expression of art is a personal journey,
yet lost is the soul who looks too hard for treasures,
who allows success to become the master of his art,
for only in the acceptance of what really is,
joy grows into a masterpiece of self-acceptance.
What am I looking for within your soul?
Unless joy is restored in deepest corners of the heart,
the soul will always wander off to desolate places,
where the visible world becomes invisible,
and where one day the invisible secrets,
will reveal itself in an explosion of your once lost love.
What am I looking for within you?
I am looking for your love!
The long halls look familiar,
like scenes from an old film,
where the tiles have never lost their color,
and floors still look exactly the same.
Doors open with new changes.
Through the unexpected conversations,
new lessons are born in hope,
where understanding has grown,
and knowledge is easier to control.
Blending in has never suited me,
I always stood out in the massive crowd.
A little grey mouse between a hundred swans,
they always passed me by in a haze,
where wonder asked me where they were going,
and understanding has failed to answer the question.
Today my life has grown,
into a magical bird of paradise,
shining her feathers among the swallows,
singing her song between the nightingales.
Today I have learned to stand tall,
between everything that is different,
embracing the uniqueness of myself,
between the extraordinary beauty,
of millions of others.
The falling leaves fly on the wind,
creating a magical world all around me,
where I can suddenly sense the unseen.
Like angels flying on the wind,
the yellow leaves find their place,
on the floors of a broken world.
As I sense the first winter snow,
my heart fills up with the scent of Christmas,
where an open fire warms my soul,
and a deer calmly walks through the first snow.
The winter forest is an empty land,
where the ending waits for a new beginning,
as children fill the air with their laughter.
My mind is lost in this magical world,
and quickly wanders off to unknown places,
in search of undiscovered bulbs of wisdom.
As I mindlessly dance through this magic land,
I find my laughter in the highest tree,
where a red kite is stuck in the bare branches,
and a million red robins are there to release it.
Where peace dwells on the lowest grounds,
love flies up in the highest skies creating rainbows,
where blue tits pick snowflakes with their beaks,
bringing them like small gifts to the ground,
where children receive them with the greatest joy.
In this magical world where everything is possible,
the greatest possibilities are brought,
to the smallest places on earth.
The water evaporates into a mirage, reflecting only what is seen from above.
Diamonds sparkle like glittering stars, reflecting millions of rainbows across the sky.
One single reflection can change a life, an outlook can be altered by one single glance.
In an oasis in the desert everything seems the same, but through a magnifying glass it all looks different.
The way you look at things, determines the course of your life. But if you are brave enough, to change the reflection in your eyes, miracles will become water drops, that nourish your soul back to life.
A reflection is merely a reflection, until you are willing to see beyond the first view, where miracles shimmer underneath the surface.
The ideal version of yourself is perfection. The ideal version of everything else is judgment. For perfection is always centered around the self.
Every soul knows perfection- whether it is true or false, reality or an imagination. To look for perfection, you will first have to choose the glasses, that you decide to look through. The Father’s glasses or your own. Through the Father’s glasses you see love. Through your own glasses you see disdain, because the Father’s love is real and pure, and no one loves like the Father. To see yourself through the eyes of the Father, is seeing yourself the way you really are.
Perfection is not reached, without experiencing your flaws first. Overcoming your shortcomings, means reaching perfection in the long run.
Perfection is an endless road, with many hills and mountains. Walk the hills no matter how high. Climb the mountains no matter how steep. Keep your eyes on the road ahead, your mind on your destination, and learn from the past. Then strength will flow through your body, like the blood streams through your veins, provided to you by your Holy Father.
Trust is a continued journey. Hope is the fuel you walk on. Faith is the power to your soul, while God’s love provides in all you need.
Perfection is a long road, possible – not impossible.
As the fallen snow turns into ice, the freezing cold blows me away, forcing an ice-age into the summer, where icicles melt in the desert heat, and water is a burden instead of a relief.
My eyes hurt with burning pains, the tears have turned into dry salt, while fire burns my skin to the bone. I’m blaming the snow-storm in the desert, for its lack of interest in the growing pains. Selfishness is always the beginning of nothing, but when I search for something, selfishness comes knocking at my door.
My life has never been my own, no matter how I wrestled with the universe, it never chose my side in the storm. Now I’m fighting thin air on the steep slope, beating me into the thick trees on the road.
As I lay down in the snow and pray, the daisies cheer me up with their mandolin music, and the sun warms my face with peace, until Love breaks the centre of my soul, and thick teardrops work its way down, for the broken dreams I never wanted to give up.
Bring back my broken dreams, and plant them in the ground, to grow them into rose bushes. So my dreams will never get lost in the snow, and my teardrops are not a waste in the universe. Give them a place in Your paradise, so Your children can find their way home.