Yellow orchids,
smile in the sunshine –
my heart is spring,
my soul is alive.
Green leaves embrace me,
wrap around me like angel wings,
and for a moment,
I am fed by the light.
Photosynthesis,
changes me from the inside out,
beautifies me,
and makes me stronger.
Wisdom comes with years,
but here in this light,
of yellow orchids,
I find intense joy,
growing deep inside me.
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.
Inside a diamond,
a million reflections,
touched by the light,
woven in the colors,
of a rainbow,
touches my heart,
and makes me cry.
I look at the beauty,
in her broken eyes,
where hope still blooms,
and love still shines.
The life in her irises,
are like the rainforest,
where birds of paradise,
give birth to new life.
I smile at the reflection,
the rebirth of my own heart,
and I wave at the little girl,
with a red balloon,
firmly in her hands.
I allow love,
to break my heart open,
and fill it with,
the most beautiful warmth,
that ignites a fire,
that can never be extinguished.
Inside a diamond,
my heart gives birth,
to the deepest love for myself,
in the hands,
of a faithful creator!
Birds fly overhead -
ducklings in a pond,
I learn to see the sky,
through the eyes of the universe.
Stars sparkle in the distance,
the sun shines inside,
my own drunk heart,
it is love that rules my mind.
My feet in shallow water,
my soul learns to walk,
on the reflection of the surface,
just like white swans.
The brushstroke of a wing,
as soft as cotton clouds,
why do crickets jump,
inside my own heart?
The wings that fly,
find the end of the road,
at the bus stop of rout sixty six -
only the lonely return home.
But the bird without wings,
evolves the given time,
in creativity, and perseverance -
alone is never alone.
Ducklings in a pond,
the years have made me young,
I cry a million tears,
until my home is in the stars.
Calm and chaos,
yin and yang,
darkness and light,
the scale balances,
with the weights,
always on the good side.
An attempt is made,
to bring peace,
to create harmony in our life.
Forever balancing,
on a tight rope,
until we fall,
or until the rope breaks.
Tears fall in laughter,
laughter echoes its tears –
we live in complete oblivion,
to how we really feel.
Still we balance the scale,
either left or right,
and uncontrollable in our power,
we try to control the outcome,
in our short, and precious time.
Calm and chaos,
yin and yang,
darkness and light,
the question is,
do we choose to follow darkness?
Or do we choose to follow light?
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!
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!
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 ocean calmly beats,
the steady rocks on the shore,
where my naked feet wait,
to be kissed by the stream.
My heart dances in the waves,
as the sun rises at the horizon,
and the first birds fly overhead,
as a sign of a new day.
Seashells scattered across the beach,
shimmer in the sun light,
like little clumps of gold,
waiting to be treasured and admired.
My heart finds peace,
in the silence of this morning,
where the bustle of the city,
is a million miles away,
so, I stay a little longer.
The first people walk passed me,
searching for the same serenity,
I have been looking for,
in the early hours of the morning,
so, I smile at them,
as a hopeful encouragement,
to never stop searching.
I look into the sun,
and I am almost blinded by her light,
but I smile again,
at the great familiarity,
that trickles like rain into my heart
I cannot catch the light,
and store it in my heart,
I can only capture it,
and pass it on,
into the world,
as a sign of hope,
in the early morning.
The embodiment of joy
Like a diamond hidden in the deep dark earth,
I am a child hidden in the heart of God.
A star sparkling in the night sky,
yet where it comes from,
and where it goes,
is unknown.
Even a magnifier or a pair of glasses,
cannot make an x-ray of my soul,
to unveil the secret mystery of who I am.
Protected is the scroll of knowledge,
even to those who desperately seek it.
Only the Heavens know my existence,
only they know who I am.
I am laughter.
The embodiment of pure joy.
Can you hear the child laugh in the Light?
Can you feel the celebrative vibration,
energetically fly through the sky?
Can you feel the love in the palm of my hands?
Invisible and often uncatchable,
I am a being,
I am a soul,
I am joy!
Gineke van Keulen 