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 juice of an orange,
falls down my lips,
as I bite the sweet parts,
of an endless summer.
Dancing honeybees,
find nectar in roses,
and I find love,
in the heart of God.
The music from the speakers,
drown my off-key voice,
as it carries my feet,
on the rhythm of my soul.
Joy is,
when the sun shines,
in the middle of the winter,
and where the summer rain,
falls on my face like snow,
where it blooms,
on my rose-colored lips.
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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!
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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.
Rain boots in red,
the same color as her umbrella,
she dances in rain puddles,
to celebrate her joy.
Unhindered and carefree,
the rain is like confetti,
on a beautiful spring day.
Her laughter is contagious,
forcing my lips into a smile,
and my heart flutters,
on wings of love.
Dancing in the rain,
is like skipping on cobblestones,
with your arms spread,
the wind in your hair,
and the sun on your face.
I feel butterflies in my soul,
and for a moment,
one sweet moment,
I forget the world,
and dance,
under my red umbrella!
Under a red roof,
in a silky kimono,
a young woman,
finds shelter,
against the rain.
Unable to see,
a smile,
or a tear,
she hides herself,
behind an umbrella.
Colorful birds,
fly overhead,
brushing her cheeks,
with the feathers,
of their silky wings.
In the distance,
a young man,
waves at her,
with a smile,
and a tear.
A love story,
where two people,
learn to love,
in the most tender,
shape of a heart.
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!
I express my soul,
by wearing the night,
around my naked body,
to show the stars,
sparkling deep inside me,
like the intens joy,
you can find in my eyes,
a portal to a dimension,
not many dare to take,
but only a few know,
bring you straight,
to the gates of heaven.
Wrapped in blue linen,
comfort carries me,
expresses how I feel,
how the moment,
carries me to a place,
of happy memories,
where I feel safe,
and where love,
is so gentle and soft,
like the linen wrapped,
around my body,
as if roses embrace me,
on a bed made of clouds,
I am wrapped in blue linen,
like the little girl,
I used to be.
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?
Gineke van Keulen 