Renewal

Renewal

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.

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!  

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.

This photo belongs to me: Gineke van Keulen.

The First Spring

The torn womb bleeds,
the deepest color red,
as broken dreams scatter,
across an endless waterfall,
where my tears,
are salty on my cheek.

The leaves fall down,
onto the damp ground,
where a swamp,
is growing grey and old.
Twigs breaks on the wind,
that is howling,
like a sad and lonely wolf.

Desolate places scream,
for endless rains of mercy,
but deaf ears cannot see,
this crystal clear reality,
that the winter will not end,
until the beginning,
of the first spring.

Fleeting hope breaks,
the fragile heart in two,
but when the soul,
is willing to fall in love,
hope arises like an eagle,
on the wings of a swan,
and burns like a golden torch,
for all eternity.

The Heart Burns

The heart burns with tears,
as the land turns bones into ashes,
and Eden into a lifeless desert.

Souls rise against each other,
in the hand of the same Creator,
until the earth floods a second time.

Like leaves blowing away on the wind,
that is how Divine wisdom fades,
in the heart of selfish desires.

We have to kneel down and pray,
for the heart to awake from her slumber,
for our eyes to see the darkness we live in.

The light can only remain inside of us,
when the heart is willing to love,
a love that crosses every border.

Only when we learn to reach our hand,
beyond our own human knowledge,
we will learn to embrace this world with love.

Love is greatest power this world possesses,
why then do we not use it to shape the world,
into a place where every soul can live in love?

Belonging is sharing your heart and home,
with every living being the earth knows,
in the deepest love and harmony.

As this world is fiercely burning down,
I pray in the deepest depth of my heart,
that love will not die in the heart of mankind!

Journey to the Past

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!

Ballade Pour Adeline

Ballad Pour Adeline

The sun rises at the horizon,
and on the green grasslands,
flowers start to grow,
in the early morning light.
I am allowed to choose,
the colors of these flowers,
so, I choose the color blue,
to help them dwell in the Spirit,
until the end of their lives.
And yet, the longer I keep looking,
at this sea of endless blue,
the more my heart calls me,
to choose one more.
One more color to express,
the love within my heart,
that flows on the sweet sound,
of violin and piano music,
playing Ballade Pour Adeline.
I choose the color white,
to express the purity,
that love finds within the soul,
of a kind heart that is,
filled with the sweetest scents,
of vanilla and honey,
that attracts every life form,
in one single breath.
The sunbeams on the horizon,
enhancing the blue and white,
of these millions of flowers,
and my small contribution,
makes me cry,
tears of pure joy,
and as the sound,
of the Ballad Pour Adeline,
slowly fades away,
love is the only feeling that stays!

Creative Minds

Creative minds

I walk the temple grounds,
in my jungle colored harem pants,
declaring the state of my heart,
to a summer blue sky.

Parrots repeat my prayers,
like an echo across the mountains.
My mountains,
that I have climbed,
millions of times.

If only I could fly,
holding onto the lianas,
like that fictive man from the jungle,
I would let my heart sing,
screams of joy across the world.

But maybe I was born,
for this meditative state of my mind,
creating her own jungle,
in her own fictive mind.

Sometimes the greatest reality,
is the one that captures you,
and holds you tight.
Where a firm grip on your heart,
tells you that this jungle you created
isn’t so fictive after all.

Believing in your own reality,
creates a connection,
to a supernatural God,
who created you,
in his own imaginative mind.

Sometimes the greatest reality,
is the one that you create yourself,
in your own creative mind,
where faith makes the impossible,
your greatest possibility,
in a sometimes fictive world.

This photo is made by me. So, if you want to use it, that is absolutely fine, as long as you give me credit! Thank you!

The Birdcage

The Birdcage

An empty birdcage made of gold,
fills an empty space in a luxurious house.
Velvet sofas of red and green,
create an old fashioned yet classic décor,
where pearls would roll across the floor,
in an overflow of wealth.
The silent emptiness is overwhelming,
and a sadness roams the halls,
in a search for that one missing thing.
Echoes cry in the darkness,
on the ever-present cry of the wind.
Love cannot be bought,
or found in the materialistic items we own.
Only when a house is filled with people,
can we truly life our wildest dreams.
Life was not meant to live alone,
why then do we focus on those things,
that can never bring us joy?
A heart needs a heart to live in,
otherwise it withers away and dies.
An empty birdcage made of gold,
is forcing me to open a window,
where nature is calling the heart,
to spread her wings and fly away,
to that one heart she needs,
to feel alive once again.