An energy flows like a river through my veins, providing a place for many different kinds of life, to live and breathe and allow me to be me in.
My feet step into this stream as if it is a lake, where I float on my back with my arms spread, looking up at the sky as I can finally breathe.
Hope, joy, kindness, and peace are colors, surrounding me with an overwhelming electricity, of destroying all the negativity inside of me.
The world is more alive when I am connected, to this life-giving river inside of me, that is made of the purest light and love.
I can cry tears of pure joy as streams of gold, gently surround my entire body until it carries me, into the here and now where all I have to be is present.
When the hands of Light are carrying me in love, the energy is more powerful than I could ever dream off, and nothing will ever be beyond my greatest ability.
The wonder of birth, will never cease to amaze me. With one gasp of air, we become one with life – the first of many choices, we will ever make on earth.
We breathe, because we love, and because we love, we breathe.
Love and life are connected, more than we ever realize. Without life we cannot love, and without love, we cannot live our life.
If love is so important, so vital in our circle of life, why then do we love so little?
We put ourselves first, without considering, that an empty world, leaves us desolate.
When we are born, we love our mother. Without that love, we die. Why then do we believe, we can live alone, for the rest of our life?
A life without people, is an empty life, for only through people, we can learn, the most selfless love, that has ever existed.
To learn the depths of love, we must be willing, to look beyond ourselves. For in the beginning of life, we did not love ourselves first, NO, our first love, belonged to our mother.
For most of my life, I was bullied, emotionally abused, rejected, and I had/have so little friends that I believed that I was better off alone. This year nearly took my life, not by COVID-19 but by loneliness. When one is rejected and alone for so long, one can get the idea that life alone is the only option. That is why I always said to myself, “It is me and God against the world”, believing there was nobody out there for me. But during the pandemic, I have learned that this is a lie. Humans are created to live together in whatever shape or size that is. The walls are slowly coming down around me and even though I am still finding my place in this life, the growth I have experienced was necessary and so important. That was the sole reason for this poem. Nobody is supposed to live a life alone! No one! And yet, there are so many, like me, who face this struggle every day. I am so blessed with my immediate family but there are those who have no one! Let us take the coming holiday season to look out for those who are alone! Give them something to look forward to. Give them love, a place at your table, a place in your life. You have no idea what it will mean to them! xox Gineke.
An empty birdcage made of gold, fills an empty space in a luxurious house. Velvet sofas of red and green, create an old fashioned yet classic décor, where pearls would roll across the floor, in an overflow of wealth. The silent emptiness is overwhelming, and a sadness roams the halls, in a search for that one missing thing. Echoes cry in the darkness, on the ever-present cry of the wind. Love cannot be bought, or found in the materialistic items we own. Only when a house is filled with people, can we truly life our wildest dreams. Life was not meant to live alone, why then do we focus on those things, that can never bring us joy? A heart needs a heart to live in, otherwise it withers away and dies. An empty birdcage made of gold, is forcing me to open a window, where nature is calling the heart, to spread her wings and fly away, to that one heart she needs, to feel alive once again.
Trees dance in the rain,
as a sparrow shakes his feathers dry,
on the soft sound of the piano keys.
The hot steaming liquid in my mug,
reminds me of the fireplace at home,
but the beach is to inviting to leave now.
Storms on the shore take my tears,
and send them along with the wind,
in bittersweet love letters to far away places.
Small towns are like warms blankets,
keeping the cold out of the weary heart,
where it begs for love to find her.
As an artistic flow of creativity touches me,
I can only take what I have left in my hands,
for it to find a way to come surging out.
With a pencil in hand I sketch the night away,
for the morning to arrive in words and pictures,
that align with the Divine connection with my soul.
For a short moment longer the sea rages on,
and I witness the dark clouds disappear in the distance,
only for the rainbow to whisper the new rays of hope.
Gineke van Keulen 