The juice of an orange, falls down my lips, as I bite the sweet parts, of an endless summer. Dancing honeybees, find nectar in roses, and I find love, in the heart of God. The music from the speakers, drown my off-key voice, as it carries my feet, on the rhythm of my soul. Joy is, when the sun shines, in the middle of the winter, and where the summer rain, falls on my face like snow, where it blooms, on my rose-colored lips.
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Inside a diamond, a million reflections, touched by the light, woven in the colors, of a rainbow, touches my heart, and makes me cry. I look at the beauty, in her broken eyes, where hope still blooms, and love still shines. The life in her irises, are like the rainforest, where birds of paradise, give birth to new life. I smile at the reflection, the rebirth of my own heart, and I wave at the little girl, with a red balloon, firmly in her hands. I allow love, to break my heart open, and fill it with, the most beautiful warmth, that ignites a fire, that can never be extinguished. Inside a diamond, my heart gives birth, to the deepest love for myself, in the hands, of a faithful creator!
Blue and green feathers sparkle, like silver or gold in the sun. The delicacy of a young bird, conceals the strength of bones, that bend like moist twigs.
Black eyes stare at me. I disappear into their abyss, where the universe is recreated, in the rebirth of stars and planets. My wings carry me further than that, and I inhale the sweet scent of love, burning like fire in my heart.
Unbreakable in my fragility, strength is always an illusion, that bends in the stormy winds, and breaks on sweet summer days – the unpredictability of life, is like tiny star explosions, always leading to something new.
Merging together, from two different worlds, the peacock has to lose her feathers, and the stars will have to forget, their ability to break in silence.
The cold touches my bones, until my body knows how to keep herself warm. My naked body breathes the thin air, of the top of the Mount Everest in the summer, making me smile in this intimate moment.
To dance in the rain and lightning, is finding the courage to love yourself whole. Like a flower I bloom in the sunlight, only to grow when the rain showers the swamp, until the flood covers the entire earth of my soul.
The hair on my skin rises and falls, on the soft breeze flowing from your mouth, like soft kisses during our love making. Released is the wild horse from her prison, running across the meadows of her youth.
Love in the purest form never asks, but only embraces what is there in this moment, waiting to be caressed by the soft touch, of the only soul who know how to love me well – In this moment of self-awareness, I learn to love myself!
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I close my eyes, allowing my breath, to flow fluently, in and out of my lungs. My mind eases, and my heart finds peace, in this moment. In my mind’s eye, a white lotus flower, slowly opens her petals, until she radiates, her unique beauty. Shades of silver and gold, form a curtain, around my soul, and my inner child, radiates like the sun. In this silent moment, of peaceful meditation, my soul opens, unfolding her petals, until the lotus within, shows her stunning beauty. In a loving embrace, I accept her, love her, and cherish her. For the first time, I see myself, exactly as I am, and I smile, with the deepest gratitude. I am a white lotus, radiant like the sun, with her petals, wide open!
Her heart is like an ocean without life, a deep black pool of nothing, who hungers for a coral reef, for turtles and fish in her sea. She hungers for surfers and swimmers, for boats sailing on her surface. She hungers for birds in the sky, that hunt for flying fish, jumping out of her water. She hungers for someone, to touch her skin until he sinks in, deep into the her essence. She longs for understanding, the problems that she brings, because so many ruined her waters, that she, herself, does not know, how she really has to swim, inside her own water reflection. She longs for someone, who will take the time, to dive deep inside of her, exploring ever corner of, her deep sea levels and coral reefs, researching the way to take care of her, when she can no longer do it herself. She longs for children, playing at the shore, dipping their little feet, in her shallow waters, until they learn how to swim, and they embrace her, with joy and laughter. Her heart longs for life, in that deep black pool of nothing, that never seems to end. And until then she dreams, of a life she has never seen, that is waiting for her, beyond the horizon.
A dove coos above my head, behind the orange and red sun blinds, where I cannot see him. I listen to his voice until he leaves, and wait for the tears to find my eyes. A love song that flies away on the wind, takes with her the beauty of the moment. I look into a black and white photograph, and see my ancestors neatly lined up, with my grandfather as a young boy, covered in his innocence, standing patiently on the side. What are the untold stories, that so many have forgotten to tell us, about the essence of our lives? What would they tell me, if I would ask them about the meaning, the only way to be happy in this life? I cannot tell myself this answer, because he died when I was too young, to understand the meaning of this question. To run or to hide is what I am asking now, as the storm rages all around me, but I stay until the eye of the tornado, hides me in the safest place of her womb. Paralyzed I hang in the air, like a numb paraglider who forgot his trade, and whose life is now at the mercy of God. But as I balance between life and death, I look at this astonishing sunset, to realize that this is only beginning. The songs of my ancestors have left me, the rhymes of my mother’s heart are fading, but the word of God still lingers in my soul where it lights up all the dark places. I look once more over my shoulder, to find the dove that reminded me of them, but she is long gone, and just like that I lose my balance, forced to choose between life and death. I let go and choose to live, because the stories of these ancestor, cannot end in this moment. So, I softly continue this love song, with the strength of my ancestors, safely hidden in my heart, and the love of God all around me.
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With my wings, as white as snow, I fly above the clouds, and dance mindlessly. One with the birds, I stretch my wings, and dance in the sun.
My feet move on the air, as I close my eyes. Joy and peace settle, like a little bunny, deep within his burrow.
My arms and wings spread, on the light of your love. I fall and I rise, tumbling through the air. My laughter fills the earth, and my joy reaches heaven.
As I rest on the wind, of your holy breath, the music of my soul, fills the blue spring-sky, and our minds meet, on the soft piano sounds.
I fly and I dance, on the wind of your love, and in your peace, I surrender.
Gineke van Keulen 