A fog covers the moors, I can barely see the raven, fly across the land. The first sunbeams cover, the dew covered earth, and I look down at my bare feet. Purple heather slowly opens, millions of petals in my eyes, and my soul comes back to life. I feel like a child again, with the deep desire to dance, in the warmth of the sun, that illuminates my heart. Hope is a bird that flies, off to the horizon, into the light that shines, in the distance. The earth covers my feet, making it heart to keep, my white dress clean, yet in this moment, of morning glory, I realize the essence, of pure, heartfelt joy. The stains on my heart, are not the end of my soul, but only the beginning, of more and more joy!
I carry rocks, like a body builder, showing off strength, but in the shadows, where the lens, cannot see me, I climb them, instead. Bouldering, rock after rock, until the muscles, of my fragile heart, have grown strong. I keep on climbing, knowing that, the great Chinese wall, was not build, in one single day. My soul alike, cannot be build, in a moment. Strength takes time, and as the clock ticks, I concentrate, merely on the next, positions of my hands, so my feet can follow, where the rope leads, to the top, of my ability.
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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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 