Only Love

Why I am here
is much bigger than me
if they ask me I say
only Love knows

Looking at
the light
where the sun set
an hour ago
brings a quiet mind

Today I saw something
magnificent
I didn't tell anyone about
driving home
along the road
the straw
recently cut
still unpacked on the field
was taken way up high in the air
by a whirlwind
in spirals it flew
higher and higher
lifted from the field
by Unseen hand
or wings

The joy poured through
my being
I sang and praised All
for the simplicity of this gift
blessed to be a witness

Like the bats are dancing
with no eyes
I will wander
with no mind
along the paths
designed by no hand
only by Love
we exist

We might as well

face the fear

Dare to go

without rules

Show ourselves

to each other

as we are

Fully

We might as well

try to leave behind

the known

and create

something

totally new

Being open

it means

to be ready

for anything

To be ready

to die

everyday

The inner tree.

colored ribbons trembling in the cold wind,, shaking their prayers into the valley along side the waves of mystery that have lit the candles and the home fires while the sun took a silent breath behind the clouds
i could hear the groaning of seeds turning in the earth, dreaming of the sky
the inner tree wispered
far before words
i descended to its roots, the dark temple where my essence is nourished
curling and stretching out their little arms like vains towards the source of all
the juice and the minerals absorbed like nectar, in silence
oh that sweet dark sanctuary, where i go when i sit and close my eyes
to grow these roots, so my branches can reach further
touching the world, the river, the morning birds

Wings of nature.

wings of nature
golden traveler
a vision
lonely and true
will be gifted to u
when u gather your courage
and take the road 

to the unseen

untouched and green
as the sweetest flower grows
on the mountain
no one knows
horizons calling

boundaries falling
u silent your thought
a whisper comes singing
from the far
the distant, the inner whole

the circling 

the tracking

the wisdom in the packing

just a few things

and a soul so free

blank as a leaf

peaceful as a tree 

in gratitude  

leaving

blessfully receiving
the wide open fields

as a gift

on these winds

u fly and drift

wings of nature

so, blessed face of the meadow
glean into this cave where i sit 
waiting for the waves to hit
the shore on which my ego stands
to wash away those grabbing hands
only the dance of divine origin will remain
and there's no more in or outside of the rain

I wish us.

i wish us to again
be like children
and have no preconceptions
about any event or moment or word

so everything can be new
always, submitted to what
the meeting of those
momentary energies
brings

let us be free people
forget all we have learned and
have been told
in stories and songs
and movies and family settings

let us create something new
compatible to our potentials
of today.
we are so much more
and how we conceptualized
everything before
has become too small for us

i want to shake all that
has been standing
as if nothing else
would be possible

remove the loads
with which we charged
our concepts and
our social constructions

shake off the emotional
leftovers that keep sticking
to all we say and think
long after they were beneficial to us

people lets talk less
and do what we were saying
just show it
by action

i want to wipe the world
and bring colors
to the people
so we can paint together
something totally new

A night in ubud.

so i came
and travelled far
the fairies tale tickled me
and woke up hidden images
led the little streams from the caves
all the way
down to the valley where the lake rests
i was shaken by the terror
of the beauty .
screaming
for refinement
of the constellations
of our creation

Come sweet autumn.

Come sweet autumn do your thing
Let the wild wind and thunder sing
Bring everything home again
Set out your journey throughout the lands
Touch all the corners with your colored hands
Steal the greenness let it sink
back and may the soil drink
heavenly water from the sky
Oh and may those leaves just fly
Throw your love, cold and dark
so we can light our souls with the stoves spark
The fire that we know so well
But its secrets we can never tell
Only feel and sit and silence
watching it consume the dense
Create those spaces
stories and soup
Whisper the people together
alone and in group
Let us collect all those pieces of ourselves
spread over the fields by wild summer elves
Wake up the mushroom
for us never to assume
that any thing can stay.
Come,
we collected wood and hay
we ready now for your
altering way..

Mid summer invitation.

A simple gesture . .
can bring forth change
take my hand my friend
let's go meet the dawning sun
it is longing to kiss us awake
with its silent splendour
let's go walk
those unknown fields

- 21 juni 2012

Ik wil luisteren.

Ik wil luisteren

Naar wat zich in de leegte afspeelt

Ik wil fluisteren

Dat ik verdwijn

Samen met het sluiergordijn

De stilte ademt

Het leven uit

De rust in, vloeiend tussen

Het einde en het begin

 - 15 maart 2012

Aards leven.

Aards leven. Mensen die ik ken stappen bewust uit je. En ik voel je stromen in me.

Eeuwige beweging, magische vlucht, we kunnen alles wat we wensen. 

Maar laat je niet in met de defecte droom van andere mensen. Als je die gelooft, ben je verloren, zit er niks anders op dan anderen proberen bekoren.

Laat los die waanzin, droom met me mee. Neem alles wat minder serieus, wandel door de zee en lach, lach ontken elk gezag. Neem je eigen leven in handen, wacht niet op de rest om te veranderen.

Stop met praten, handel in rust. Wees je van de kracht van het woord heel bewust.

Neem niets persoonlijk, laat de mensen vrij. Veronderstel niks en laat voorbij vloeien dat gevlei.

Wees vaak in rust en in stilte, beheers je aandacht,

leef dit leven, je puurheid je liefde en je kracht.

El momento mas lindo del viaje.

 

muziek: Ludovico Einaudi - In un' altra vita

En toen deed ze honing in de thee.

The red dragonfly at the little stream underneath the forgotten bridge spoke.

"to see people struggle 

between the old

and the new

ways to live

and to love

inflame the place 

blow spirit into it

blow spirit into them"

before i went down to the beach

The road to Igualero.

i sit on a rock

watching the clouds dance

up the mountain side

they greet the fresh 

morning sun

my lips still prickle

from eating the forbidden fruit

no words can describe

this magnificent view

to be of this spectacle

to be forgotten

to be true

behind me everything is blank

in front of me the highest flank

so i climb 

little by little

to be faded within this riddle

Morning on the needlebed.

clouds have taken over the forest

little drops of water cover me

when the wind blows by

in the night a little animal

woke me up, it crawled from
under my pillow and tried

to get my head aside

i told it i´d be there

only for this night

Untitled.

along the pathway

beside the willow tree

there lies a pathway

that connects u and me

Pine wood verses.

once again

i have entered

the pine woods on the mountain side

forest and ocean

captured in a single view

i lie alone

with my Mother and Lover

solitude we are

were this island a boat 

i would sail with it north

my body is ready

to carry new life

my soul waits patiently

for that moment to arrive

the branches wave 

my heart feels brave

i`ll have a baby 

with a man

he´ll be my friend

and understand

the father of my child

will be close to see

the little one grow up

they will drink from the same cup

many women will be around

children, flowers and trees

we will grow our own food

build our houses with earth straw and wood

we will drink water 

from the spring

we will make fires in the night

and sing

this child will wander

through the lands

touch the Mother with its hands

soft sunlight 

sweet caress

i will carry you

with the same tenderness

Notes on a jeep trip.

a blank paper 

loads of it

a pen and the ocean

how come these temperatures are so

tender

with my body

how come your fruits and women 

taste so sweet

how come that bird flew so

gently around the splendid

crescent moon?

breezes and waves flow through

my being

the heart is touched

the burden is washed

how come so many humans

create their problems

amidst this wonder

they suffer

but they go on and on

how come the sea keeps always movin

how come no hurricane 

ever comes here

or does it

the city seemed wicked 

when i was with strange people

and now it seems so peaceful

while i am alone in tranquility

this day is sacred

the forest smiled

i crossed the tunnel with a candle

through the belly of the mountain

i walked

the jeep is full with good things

my heart, so free

This garden.

While I settled all my cells here for a while

between the roots and fruits of this garden

it intertwined with my vains

its branches in my lungs

I am a passenger

yet this is my home

for it is all I know now

all I am, a whisper of god

touching this rocky soil

with simple moves of fertility

the breath of creation

As we inspire eachother

the young seedlings and me

shiver and move

along with the seabreeze

they are my witness and I am theirs

our solitudes collide

as we flutter

between the cactus and the guava tree

I have forgotten everything

only the candle that brings 

light to this paper

and the waves of an ocean

far and near at the same time

linger on

Solitude is my warm companion

but all my loved ones I have visited

from this little bamboo hut

the warm loving belly

where I rest my body 

and enter the twilight

where distance dissolves

and the journey evolves

The only window

is the wide open door

it cannot be closed

for there there is no need to

This garden feeds me

mangoes and tranquility

The running time is a far memory

space a different story

On an island away from home

many things become distant

yet the most important ones

are distilled into an inexplicable closeness

fire is blown into the Loving heart

spirit injected into connections

I seek to find, but cannot grasp

which seeds this garden plants in my wandering soul

The universe tells me, be here

Stay open, receive and bear

like the warm soil does

let it happen

don't ask why

greet every morning

the golden sky

When the fresh vegetables 

will have ripened

and feed the warriors 

that will be around

I will harvest the fruits of this encounter

wherever I shall be drifting

they will grow within

without a sound