The devaluation of life, breaks even the strongest heart, but when the honeycomb breaks – crushed in the palm of my hand, the soul lives a lifetime longer, and the heart learns to live, in the renewal of the mind.
Crushed stones become a pathway, carrying the feet of an entire nation, where not even the dirt my feet, can stop me from laughing, the tears down my cheeks, until my soul is dancing in the desert.
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!
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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Love is a powerful weapon, that can break the strongest heart, like explosives blowing up rocks. Love breaks through barriers, of high fences and barbed wires. Love jumps across abysses, over high walls of thick stones, until your heart stops crying, until your anger dies down. Love brings a smile to your face, and joy in your broken heart. Love is a warm embrace, a hug or a kiss, but most of all, Love is a hand reaching out, when your feet are too weak to stand. Love is accepting a heart, that lives and breathes so differently, than how your own has learned to survive. Love will never look at the outside, but rather searches what is inside the heart, for it is the heart that tells stories, that the canvas of your soul, sometimes cannot portrait. Love is the depth of the ocean, the height of the mountain, and everything in between. In war and in peace, in tears or in laughter in health or in pain, love is simply everything!
After I saw a video on the BBC about the situation in India, I wrote this poem. It is the grief in my own heart that I have felt since my mother passed away, almost three years ago, of cancer, combined with the grief I saw in that video and the grief that I know exists all around the world. Losing someone is so painful, undescribable in words, but please know that rays of hope glimmer at the horizon! xox Gineke
My heart contracts in pain, as tear drops trickle down the veins, forcing primal cries from the depths, of my shattered soul staring at me, in the broken mirror reflections on the floor.
My hands lifted you up in love, carried you around a desolated city, searching for one heart willing to help, but the silence has fired back at me, like a thousand knives stabbing me, in a defenseless attack I cannot win!
I am holding your picture in my hands, unable to understand how this happened, yet fully aware that death can come knocking, at my own front door at any time, so I close the door and wonder why, the future has abandoned us this time?
As the sun comes up in the east, the first rays of hope move across the land, like little drops of gold being spread, and I cannot wait for the sun in the sky, bringing a rainbow into my hands, where memory and hope can blend, in a healing heart that will one day learn, how to give her love once again.
You look back at me, and I intently stare at you, until I figure out your soul.
To understand the essence, of the deepest core of your being, would be a life lesson to me, so, I decide to paint a picture, until I have grasped, who you really are.
Your face radiates a comfort, I have never seen before, that tells me about a peace, I have never really felt.
Your face, is a radiance of joy, as if your heart is celebrating, a feast I have never heard of.
Only now do I realize, that you are a stranger to me, and yet so extremely familiar.
Your smile, lights up the darkest room, and it is the one asset, that I adore about you. To see the light sparkle, in your blue-grey eyes, is a gift of joy, to anyone who beholds it.
I am slowly starting to love you, and a desire shapes in my heart, to make friends with you, something I never really wanted.
Maybe the only way to love you, is by getting to know you, in this private setting, where you stand naked, before my own eyes, and the only thing I can do, is admire you for smiling, despite the many scars!
Purple dresses reflect sunlight, wrapped in red sashes they reflect the soul. Golden bracelets start joyful music, where feet dance to the melody of the heart. I look at her auburn hair, bouncing on the light steps of her life. I hear her laughter like sweet melodies. She is a reminder of a past life, which formed the start of my current journey. A trip to faraway places, where sweet spices make me dream, and foreign languages fill my heart with wonder. I walk into the Ganges river and submerge, to resurface in the river Jordan, where I start my pilgrimage to Rome. My feet dance on the sound of tambourine. I fall asleep on relaxing soprano melodies. This journey brings me back to life, as past, present, and future collide, in a beautiful array of colors, that reflect every essence of my soul. I am more than I currently know, more real than any dream I ever dreamed before. And as I await the gates of Heaven, I know, my life was lived to the fullest, in the utmost sense of joy!