To Love Myself Whole

The cold touches my bones,
until my body knows how to keep herself warm.
My naked body breathes the thin air,
of the top of the Mount Everest in the summer,
making me smile in this intimate moment.

To dance in the rain and lightning,
is finding the courage to love yourself whole.
Like a flower I bloom in the sunlight,
only to grow when the rain showers the swamp,
until the flood covers the entire earth of my soul.

The hair on my skin rises and falls,
on the soft breeze flowing from your mouth,
like soft kisses during our love making.
Released is the wild horse from her prison,
running across the meadows of her youth.

Love in the purest form never asks,
but only embraces what is there in this moment,
waiting to be caressed by the soft touch,
of the only soul who know how to love me well –
In this moment of self-awareness, I learn to love myself!

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The Change

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.

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Funny Face

My smile hides secrets,
in the lights in my eyes –
a little inside joke.
A betrayal to the world,
when I know things,
that you also know,
but I do not say it,
yet I lift the veil,
in the funny faces,
only I can show.
It is all a joke,
or so you know,
when I am serious,
happily delirious,
unable to understand,
the way I am,
in the game we play,
in a teasing way,
where love is a stage.
Funny face,
yes, look at me,
it is my middle name,
the one you did not know,
or maybe you did,
when I thought,
I had hidden,
it all so well.
A little inside joke,
a game we play,
as the laughter,
bursts from the depths,
of my happy soul,
you know me so well,
I am your ultimate,
funny face –
an one-liner,
only we know!  

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The Light Carries Me

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 embodiment of joy

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!

Self-Acceptance

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!  

Ocean Life

Ocean Life

Her heart is like an ocean without life,
a deep black pool of nothing,
who hungers for a coral reef,
for turtles and fish in her sea.
She hungers for surfers and swimmers,
for boats sailing on her surface.
She hungers for birds in the sky,
that hunt for flying fish,
jumping out of her water.
She hungers for someone,
to touch her skin until he sinks in,
deep into the her essence.
She longs for understanding,
the problems that she brings,
because so many ruined her waters,
that she, herself, does not know,
how she really has to swim,
inside her own water reflection.
She longs for someone,
who will take the time,
to dive deep inside of her,
exploring ever corner of,
her deep sea levels and coral reefs,
researching the way to take care of her,
when she can no longer do it herself.
She longs for children,
playing at the shore,
dipping their little feet,
in her shallow waters,
until they learn how to swim,
and they embrace her,
with joy and laughter.
Her heart longs for life,
in that deep black pool of nothing,
that never seems to end.
And until then she dreams,
of a life she has never seen,
that is waiting for her,
beyond the horizon.

The song of my ancestors

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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I Surrender

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.

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Love is…

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!