The Song of my Spirit

The voice of my spirit,

carries across the hills,

until a white dove,

brings a fresh branche,

back to me.

Life begins with a call –

a breath in our lungs,

and a song in our hearts,

that changes Mozart’s music,

into Celtic melodies.

Ever-changing,

our footsteps mark the grass,

on the green Scottish hills,

where the sun sets before me,

and I am released to the stars.

But that strong call of my spirit,

will carry me through the ages,

for in the light of God,

the song of my spirit,

Will never stop singing!

Enlightenment

Poppies grow in an open meadow,
where my bare feet walk the high grass.
The soft wind brushes my hair,
and tickles my skin until I have goosebumps.
I sway my white dress on the sound,
of soft piano music playing in the background,
and I smile like the sun shining in the sky.
Happiness is a feeling of peace and light,
born deep in the heart in the middle of spring.
Choices cause us to grow like wildflowers –
like poppies they drench us in our own blood,
until we shine brighter than the great eastern sun.
I choose to be happy in this moment,
where the summer smiles at me,
in the silence of complete solitude.
I find a place under a tree on the hill,
where I sit down and meditate,
so I can hold onto to this moment a little longer.
My hands are open ready to receive,
the greatest blessing Heaven can give me,
but in this moment of patient waiting,
I learn to close my eyes and feel the Spirit,
whispering softly in the summer winds.
As I gently flutter my eye-lids open,
the red poppies smile at me,
as they fill me with the deepest peace.
Letting go of the past and the future,
forces me to live in the moment of this day,
where I learn to dance in the rain,
with my arms and my heart wide open,
until every cell is filled the deepest sense of joy.
And in this moment of pure enlightenment,
I learn that the cross is never heavier,
than my own heart can bare,
and that my heart is so much stronger,
than I could ever imagine!

The Freedom to fly

The Freedom to fly

A little feather,
with a million silky hairs,
lays desolated on the ground.
Blown away by the wind,
it catches my heart,
and captures my soul.
A gift on a bed of grass,
glimmering in the sun,
it shines like the stars.
The stories it could tell me,
reach beyond the farthest galaxy,
where Heaven meets earth,
in the palm of God’s hand.
And as suddenly as it came,
the Spirit takes it away from me,
leaving me with an imprint,
of an unknown future,
where my feelings will find,
the freedom to fly.

Photo taken by me: Gineke van Keulen. (Do not use without permission! Thank you!)