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Forever Changed

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Ever-changing,
her soul moves on the wind,
in the directions she is,
guided to go.
On wings,
bigger than her own.
Like clay,
molded,
into something new.
An ongoing motion,
where life shapes her,
chisels her like a statue,
and breathes new life,
into every cell of her body.
More and more,
she is alive,
thriving,
on the breath of God,
where she finds love.
Ever-changing,
life has changed her,
but in the hands,
of the brilliant sculptor,
her soul grows,
in a better version of herself.
Every single day –
I am forever changed!

Written by Gineke van Keulen. Ask before using any of the work displayed on this page! Thank you!

Hope for the spring

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The leaves have fallen,
the rose has withered,
and snowflakes bury it,
in a blanket of ice,
preserving life for the spring.
Teardrops on rose petals,
the past flies away,
on the cold winter wind,
and I learn,
to hope for the spring.
Out of nothing,
new life is born,
when I bring my soul,
to the heart of the light,
where rosebuds are born in the spring,
and petals unfold in the summer.
This poem belongs to Gineke van Keulen!

Homebody

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Where I lay my focus,

my heart makes a home,

to create,

either peace,

or absolute chaos,

and my world,

becomes like a solar system,

where everything turns,

like the planets,

around one sun,

forgetting that even a Milky Way,

is part of something,

greater than herself!

So, if I want to make a home,

in a place that lasts forever,

I have to lay my focus,

on something greater than myself,

where humility will teach me,

that when I am not in control,

the greatest peace will find me,

right in my own home!

Fallen petals grow!

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Pink rose buds

covered in raindrops

like diamonds

dressing a woman.

Her bare skin exposed

against the elements

of the current season

waiting for the light

to make her bloom.

She dances on the wind

with her pink dress

swirling on the melodies

of angels singing.

Until one by one

her petals fall

into the hands of God

where love nourishes

them back to life

and growth starts

all over again!

The Change

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Life changes in every season,
like the colors in autumn,
change from green to yellow,
until they let go and fall,
allowing the heart to be,
reborn in the spring.

It is an inescapable process,
all life on earth experiences,
during their existence,
where the heart changes,
and the mind finds a way,
between the fallen acorns.

Nerves, like fingers,
stretch out to the sky,
like the heart stretches herself,
out to the heart of God,
where she finds peace,
in the soft autumn breeze.

The yellow trees,
beside this forest road,
protect her with their arches,
during these rotating seasons,
as she learns to see the blessings,
in the changes of the leaves.

This photo and poem belongs to me: Gineke van Keulen. If you want to use it, ask first! Thank you!

The Light Carries Me

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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 Artist’s Way

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Lines draw themselves,
as the Spirit flows through me.
In one effortless motion,
my pencil moves across the paper,
as if it has a life of its own.

I look around,
to see the ancient clock,
where minutes pass by,
without making a single sound,
and I silently cry,
as my heart fills with love.

Unexplainable is the way,
of the artist’s mind,
coming to life on paper,
shedding a piece of her heart,
and painting it in the deepest color red,
between the lines of her fingers.

The existence of creativity,
has been here since the beginning of time,
And now it flows through the heart of mankind,
to show that God has been here,
all this time!

The peace of this night

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The wind rushes through the trees,
like an orchestra playing three nocturnes,
creating the perfect setting for fireflies,
to dance to this sweet melody of Chopin.
The stars find their places in the dark sky,
and I wait for Orion’s belt to appear,
so I can see him shoot his arrow.
Nothing is more peaceful than the night,
where silence is a warm blanket,
where you can meditate on the essence of life.
My rocking chair calmly swings back and forth,
as I play non-existent notes on my guitar,
giving my thoughts a way to escape my mind,
and slip into the oblivion of this peaceful night.
God speaks when the world is silent,
so I listen to the voice of Spirit who speaks,
on the whisper of the cool midnight wind.
If I would close one of my eyes and sleep,
I would miss all the wonderful things,
nature has in store for me,
so I try to stay awake and listen carefully.
All I can hear is the sweet sound of love,
penetrating my flesh, taking over my soul,
bringing me the peace, I have been looking for.
It is her desire to bring me joy in the morning,
so I thank the night for Chopin and his music,
for Orion’s belt and his arrows coloring the sky,
and the gift of love I found in this peaceful moment.
As the dawn arrives in her colorful glory,
I pray that the peace of this night will remain,
during every minute of this brand new day!

I Surrender

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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.

This photo belongs to me: Gineke van Keulen.

The Heart Burns

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The heart burns with tears,
as the land turns bones into ashes,
and Eden into a lifeless desert.

Souls rise against each other,
in the hand of the same Creator,
until the earth floods a second time.

Like leaves blowing away on the wind,
that is how Divine wisdom fades,
in the heart of selfish desires.

We have to kneel down and pray,
for the heart to awake from her slumber,
for our eyes to see the darkness we live in.

The light can only remain inside of us,
when the heart is willing to love,
a love that crosses every border.

Only when we learn to reach our hand,
beyond our own human knowledge,
we will learn to embrace this world with love.

Love is greatest power this world possesses,
why then do we not use it to shape the world,
into a place where every soul can live in love?

Belonging is sharing your heart and home,
with every living being the earth knows,
in the deepest love and harmony.

As this world is fiercely burning down,
I pray in the deepest depth of my heart,
that love will not die in the heart of mankind!