The Phoenix catches me

The phoenix catches me

I try to catch the phoenix,
who rose from the ashes,
but he is a mere flight,
a soft summer breeze,
who delights me with a feather.

A feather of dreams.
A soft distant sound.
When the feather,
strikes across my skin –
uncatchable is the wind.

If the wind is untouchable,
unnoticeable is Your presence.
But if I concentrate,
on the soft distant sounds,
the breeze of memories,
rushes through my hair.
I lift my hands to receive Your love.

Love is stronger than the feathers,
and rests on the wings of the phoenix.
Gentle are the lips that spoke.
The air of love is like honey.
Kind is the heart that gives.
I miss the sweetness of Your soul,
so, I live on the waves of memories.

I try to catch the phoenix,
who rose from the ashes,
but he is a mere flight,
a soft summer breeze,
who delights me with a feather.

Until one day,
the phoenix catches me.

The phoenix catches me

 

 

 

 

Imagine

Imagine

When the lights go out,
the earth covers me in a blanket,
and the darkness closes in on me –
all seems lost in the moment.

But when the light touches the darkness,
in an embrace,
in a kind word,
a moment of true love,
it is not lost after all.

Growth begins in the darkness,
when a seed dies in the ground.
Then, when it comes into the light,
the harvest is unimaginable.

Imagine what we could overcome,
if we believed in the power of the light,
in the middle of the darkness.

Imagine

Movement

Movement

In the light of the morning,
I walk on the river shore.
The wind makes my hair dance,
liberating my heavy heart,
from all its burdens.
The light shimmering through the clouds,
caress my face with deep love,
until joy refills the empty spaces,
of my worried soul.
I want to run,
faster than the wind.
I want to fly,
on wings of love,
but I am parched from the endless drought.
This winter morning is a desert,
with burning sand and suffocating heat,
pushing me to search for an oasis.
The greatest battles are often the lonely ones,
where nobody can help you in your pain.
Where hail comes down like brimstone,
and thoughts like whiplashes on your back.
Unwanted feelings that drown you,
making you sink in seas of emotions.
Am I fighting against You?
Or am I fighting against myself?
I want to go back home,
crawl deep under the covers,
in an intense surge of self-pity.
So, I keep on walking,
as long as my feet can hold me,
until the river water has descended.
If liberation from grieve is in the movement,
than growth is closer than I imagined,
and joy is waiting right around the corner.

Movement

A poem for Valentine’s day

Valentine’s day

Commercialized is the day of love,
where the gift means more,
than the thought behind it.
The size of the diamond,
overrules the look of adoration,
and the amount of roses,
are more important,
than the heart that gave them.

Yet on this day,
we strive for more than ourselves.
In a moment of pure affection,
we try to show our heart,
in the greatest form we know.
With our love in our hands,
we conquer our fears,
and take a leap,
hoping we land on soft pillows,
instead of a bed of nails.

Once a year,
we offer ourselves to someone,
sacrificing all we hold dear,
in order to show how we feel.
And even though I still wonder,
why we cannot do this all year long,
I secretly adore the idea,
of being someone’s valentine,
even if it is just that one day a year.

Will you be my valentine today?

Valentine's day

Cultural Differences

Cultural Differences

Differences in cultures confuse,
yet only through observation,
can we learn to see things,
from a new perspective.
So embrace the unknown,
kiss the familiarities,
read the scripts,
and learn the words.
Our understanding can only grow,
when we let go off what we know,
to open our hearts for the new.
Let our minds first meet,
before we let our tongue speak,
idle words that lack knowledge.
Hearts can only connect,
when we open our soul to each other.
Lives can only embrace,
when we open our arms in love.
I do not have to forget myself,
nor ignore the person that I am,
to embrace someone who is different.
Where love opens her heart,
she does not exclude anyone,
for in the eyes of love we are all the same.
Children of one Creator,
we are all loved by One,
who understands love,
embraces love,
and is love.
So let us be like our Creator,
let us be love,
not just to ourselves,
or the ones we know,
but to all.
Differences in cultures confuse,
but when we become love,
we can see Heaven in a broken world.

Cultural differences

 

 

The Road of Self-Discovery

The road of self-discovery

The end of the bowl is in sight,
when I eat the last of my grapes.
With the juice still on my lips,
I meditate on the sweet taste,
lingering in the corners of my mind.

Every memory is a treasure at heart,
where growth is gently formed,
in the deep core of perseverance.
Whether we like it or not,
every moment in life is a learning process,
where we learn more about ourselves.

Fear is not the master of our faith,
nor is grieve the root for our future.
We overcome the darkest facets of ourselves,
when confrontation is not avoided,
but embraced with a heart of understanding.

To understand who we really are,
is understanding who God really is,
and wants to be inside of us.
The strength, wisdom and beauty,
that we pray for every single day,
is already present in our souls.

When we search for the treasures,
the gifts that God has hidden inside of us,
we learn that strength is always present,
that beauty is something we already possess,
and that wisdom is a tangible element of who we are.

In every aspect of our life,
gratitude is the only answer,
and love the only motivation,
we should be looking for.

The road of self-diiscovery

 

 

 

Receptivity

Receptivity

Dark tunnels create new insights,
to matters previously unknown.
Where truth steps into the light,
preceding ideas fade in the darkness,
where they disappear out of sight.

Presumptions made in first impressions,
obscure an open heart, mind and attitude,
preventing fair chances from taking place,
and when the truth comes to light,
the fool comes out to make fun of us.

Beautiful diamonds can still cut through glass,
in one single flow they can make the heart bleed,
but the fragile vase that used to be broken,
will never be able to show its beauty again,
due to the glue that keeps the skin together.

Those who are walking in the light,
can easily hide the dark areas in their lives,
but those who stand in the shadows,
will never get the chance,
to show the light that they have to offer.

One moment can teach us many lessons,
one human can teach us many trades,
but one heart can change many lives,
when the mind is willing to open the soul,
to the unfamiliar and unknown hearts,
that are placed on the steps of our life!

Receptivity

The Flame

The Flame

Your feet dance,
a ballet performance.
In your orange dress,
lighting up the room,
you steel many hearts,
and wrap them,
in warm blankets.

My eyes search you,
when the night sets in.
On the music of the wind,
you dance the darkness away.
A heart of gold,
beats inside of you,
and all you want for the world,
is to be illuminated.

To many of you,
set a great fire,
where emotions are lost,
and goodness loses the battle.
Sometimes I wonder,
on which side are you?
Or do you dance,
for whomever wishes to see you?

To be controlled,
is only possible,
in the hands of the Father.
To be seen,
is a wonder on its own.
In His hands you are,
who you were always meant to be.
In His heart you are,
the flame.

The flame 1

 

A wish upon a star

A wish upon a star

When a star falls from the sky,
my heart creates a wish,
for the soul she was born in.

The tight rope holds me up,
while my hands and feet search,
for steady ground to hold onto.

Layers of rock tumble down,
avoiding my delicate heart by miracle,
until the dark night sets in around me.

When light meets fear,
it drives out every form of darkness,
until dreams come to life in the dark night.

Inside of us

Inside of us

Withered away,
I wait for life to grow again,
but the green stems break,
in my frightened hands.

The black shadows speak,
their toxic words in pink colors,
to hide the lies from my fragile heart,
until the truth vanishes out of sight.

Screams of pain fill the sky,
but a blue blanket represents the silence.
The louder I scream,
the greater is the silence.
So I have to become calm,
in order to find peace.

Memories engraved in stone,
are written on the walls of my heart.
Portrayed on parchment paper,
they are shaped into hundreds of poems.

Looking back at the past,
invites me to learn lessons,
to celebrate new hope,
illuminating my soul,
in millions of colors.

When Heaven remains silent,
lessons we have already learned,
become the indicators on our journey of life,
and growth appears inside of us.

Inside of us